wishes

Blazing golden streaks
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through silvered black spiral pools.
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I wish you were here

crocus

winter’s chill wind roars
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not snow just dank and grey
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purple crocus peeks

eternal

Eternal fire.
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Merged with my soul.
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Turned to ice.

love-gone

Quick your love.
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Slowly, stronger, forever.
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Gone in void.

kettle

The kettle is on
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The cakes are on the table
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I anxiously wait

sip tea

When I take a sip
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I feel warmth flood through my veins
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Tea – my saviour

light

Sitting in darkness
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her first thought was to create
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next the light appeared

master

Pupil finds master
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in him the force flows strongly.
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Let battle commence!

lips

Red rose lips, soft blue eyes play
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Undulating swell
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Moving, expanding, loving

kisses skin

A thin wisp of blonding hair,
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Kisses olive skin,
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Your beauty gently pulsates

life-sucks

Boo hoo, life sucks right?
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But then look down at yourself,
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Then starving children

broken

‘Starts as a dull pain’

‘Then becomes a painful ache’

‘After crying raw’

blooms

Weeds of twisted growth

Spreading like a dry wildfire

Behind yellow blooms

skin

Arms twisting turning

Skin rough but easily marked

Fingers yearning day

embrace

Smile like the bright sun,

Embrace every touching whisper,

Time dwindles quickly.

pray

fireflies doing,

pirouettes over the pond,

praying silently

laugh

laughing and walking slowly

home after too many beers

what will she think of me?

letter

the letter arrives

from the future

smelling like her perfume

evening

evening breeze,

orange waves in sky,

sun lingers down,

moon

Watching the full moon,

a small hungry boy forgets,

to eat his supper.

sea

A boat drifting off,

Winds gently through midnight seas,

Floats out of sight

faces

Layers and some veils,

I have many faces, and

none of them untrue

craving

They never came back,

but roads don their memories,

riders of cravings

road

Right road to perish,

the audacious hearts do seek,

in light of darkness

vineyard

the tide, always in
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Eileen’s rock, for the sharing
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inviting, and dry

vermont-sky

bluebird Vermont sky,
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green leaves stretch up from wet earth,
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clod of snow still white

lotus

rays of morning sun,
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caress buds on large leaves,
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which blossom gloriously

beach

warmish sun cold breeze,

seaweed seashells salty sand,

inkwell beach morning

morning

Voice boxes clanking,

The squonks are so metallic,

It’s crows – just talking

running

Misty cold raindrops
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Hot skin and hot breath
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First run of the Spring

Lichen

Such a flat gray sky

My eyes lack depth perception

Deep green lichen folds

sword

Empty shore, full moon

Sharp whistling through the stillness –

Bloody sword unsheathed

home

sitting in english

ridiculously bored yawn

i want to go home

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