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Ripples

A tear touched the still surface
Ripples began to spread
I forced my hand against the motion
to stop the ripples from reaching the edge

Shed unexpectedly without thought
Nonetheless recognized - again
Not wanting the tear to move or flow
wishing it to be buried and drowned unseen

The wave rose and crested
Falling hard upon the sands of loss
Grimacing with bared teeth
The pain slipped and fell in the wet sand

Pebbles beneath worn shoes
Find their way into holes in the heart
Sharing past lives lived in sun filled days
Undefined measures of time tossed

Touch when unaccustomed, burns
Skin tender and bruised with mistrust
A hand extends to grasp another outstretched
Find the gesture was given to another

The tear would not be stopped
Ripples spread with rapid steps
Dashed now against the edge
A bowl of water inches deep

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Author, depression, Reflections, When the Muse Strikes

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Drops of Rain

On the sidewalk they merge to form puddles.

On the sand they disappear.

On my face, the drops move in rivulets, and hide among my tears.

The wind whips at the bare trees.

It pushes the rain against the windows.

In the light of the incandescent bulb, the rain trails down the glass panes.

Mimicking the path on my cheeks.

 

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Author, depression, rain, Reflections, Uncategorized

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Post Mortem

If it no longer beats, it is useless.
If it is useless, throw it out,
Can’t be missed if it no longer beats.
Won’t be noticed among all the clutter.

If it no longer beats, it is useless.
Useless things are discarded,
Out of sight, gone, and forgotten.
So many broken and empty shells.

If it no longer beats, it is useless.
To remove it you could use a spoon,
A pry bar, an icepick, a velvet glove.
Or words like razors that slice.

If it no longer beats, it is useless.
Can’t be reused or recycled,
Recharged, reclaimed, or rekindled.
And no one cares if it died.

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Reflections

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A Soldier’s Mother

When he told me he was leaving,
I cried for a while.

When he told me he was settled,
I sighed and I smiled.

When he told me he was outbound,
I worried for a time.

When they told me he was coming home,
I ached deep inside.

He went where he wanted.
He did what he felt best.
He believed he was right.

How could I protest…

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Final Curtain ~ Haiku

whispered final words

unkempt sorrowful faces

angel cries out loud

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Reflections

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Found

to be heard when the words have lost their music
and every breath rails against the air

to be seen when the light has lost its brilliance
and the edges dull and blur

to be held close when the wind begins to howl
and the storm reaches the shore

is to be remembered when the road dead ends
is to be loved for evermore

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Lost

empty rooms with billowing pillowcases
caught in the breeze of moving bodies
as they tote the boxes out

bubble wrapped time worn memories
held suspended between sheets of dotted air
and corrugated paper

stacked like silent watching sentries
positioned back against the wall
of missing frames

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Remembering To Breathe

This week, friends were lost.

And whether a long illness, or an act of senseless brutality, all losses are painful.

You weep, and flail against the silence.  You gasp for air, and feel the bite of the bitter chill in your throat.  You want to hold the pain close to you, knowing it is the last thing you will feel for that loss.  You cling to the pain…until a moment slips in between the pain and doubt, and you find the strength to lift your head, breathe deep, and shake off the cold chill.  You start to seek out the things you remember were always there to help you move on, or remind you of the good you once felt.

For me, it is the ocean. There is something magical about the ocean for me, whether it is because my father loved it so, or because I managed to find it on my own terms, it has always been a place of healing and renewal.  I went to the coast this past week for a change of attitude. I went to breathe in the salt air, to remember old friends~ now gone, and to find new ones.  Sometimes I have to stop and remind myself that I am my own best friend.

Here are the pictures of these past few days.  It all started with a kite ~

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1960s Obstruction

Did it hurt when he took you
Thrust for thrust in small rooms
Dust thick on bakelite surfaces
Sealed by years of neglect

The cat on the wall wagged its tail
The speckled counter top blistered under the heat
Crocheted trivets in muted technicolor
Boxed in moments of regret

He pinned you down and hurt you
Black and white memories
Metal cups with little sweaters catching dew drops
A hole in which to hide

Sunken treasure and mermaids
Driftwood and gritty residue on white bread
Star gazing with cosmonauts and missiles
Waving goodbye to childlike dioramas

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When the Muse Strikes

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Cyberlover

Cyber dots on spidery webs
conceal the truth,
tempting you to believe
there is more

Wanting the words to continue
believing in the mystery,
succumbing absently
to the overkill

The distance closed by a thread
of words typed on white,
endless margins of
fragrant backgrounds

Colored music notes
of ecstasy touch,
lie hidden behind cyber dots
on spidery webs

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When the Muse Strikes

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