PETALS TO THE SKY

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Smoke fills my lungs,

I stand strong.

Petals to the sky,

I fulfill my destiny.

Tears burn holes

never to be filled.

Demons in my soul

leave scars never repaired.

Each sigh forces a step back.

Each storm bends my stem a bit more.

I persevere through the rain,

the sleet,

the snow.

I yield to the sun and the moon.

I take what is given.

I replace when I’m able.

Though dry are my leaves,

I lift them to the sky.

Though parched are my lips,

I face the sun.

Smoke burns my eyes,

but I see clear.

I bow my head.

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A LOST SOUL

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Island of lost souls (1932)

Am I alone?

Someone is sitting beside me.

I turn.

There’s no one there.

Only the reflection

of a lost soul.

PLAY ME A SONG

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“Self Portrait with a Harp” (1791) (detail) by Rose-Adélaïde Ducreux (1761-1802).

 

Play me a song.

Don’t get me wrong.

 

I love your singing voice,

But the harp is my choice.

 

The music soothes my sad soul

From the day taking its toll.

 

I need the music today.

Please sit down with me and play.

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Lost in my own mind.

Thoughts trickle down in torrents,

Leaving behind my empty soul.

Frost turns my lips ice blue.

Ice freezes me in place.

Trapped in the refuse of my lonely mind.

SKIN AND BONES

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Skin and bones.

That’s all we are.

Easy to break.

Easy to fall.

Don’t fall apart.

Keep strong.

Keep fit.

In mind,

Body,

And soul.

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SNOWFALL

 

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Clean me.

Snow on me.

Wet my hair.

Fall on my eyelids.

Drench my body.

Whiten the streets.

I welcome thee

into my heart and soul.

 

A BEAUTY FROM WITHIN

 

Nature has beauty.

Rolling mountains.

Deep plains.

Blue skies.

Fields of flowers.

But there lies a more profound beauty.

A beauty from within.

A light.

A soul.

A purpose.

Nature has a meaning.

IT CALLS MY NAME

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The moon’s calling my name.

Let it not be in vain.

I walk down the road.

My soul has been sold.

I know my life is now over

Even as I clasp the clover.

Once darkness comes to its feet,

My happy life will be beat.

It came out of the blue,

This offer to spare you.

I could do no more or less.

I love you; I must confess.

I’ll happily go to the dark side

As long as the demons abide.

Think of me; I don’t want to boast

As the one who loved you most.

PIECES

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The pieces.

Eyes.

Nose.

Mouth.

Ears.

Don’t add up.

They refuse to mold.

Separate pieces.

Undefined.

They need a purpose.

Unity.

A soul.

TO THE LIGHT

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TO THE LIGHT

Bring me to the light

Where demons don’t dwell,

And colors appear to soothe my tired soul.

A rainbow of delights engulfs me.

Raindrops fall to wash my tears.

Music surrounds me in a heartbeat.

I am not alone.

Others have found this paradise.

A place to quiet the wandering beast.

Arms lift me.

Roses entomb me.

I am here at last.

I’ve made it to paradise.