Autumn is springtime in reverse.
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The chaos-harmony of life
I swing like a kid
and fall like an adult;
cry tears of gratitude
and pray in smiles;
hug and love, and later
hide under the covers—
wildly and humbly living
from dawn to the stars,
and ever back again
Ruffled
Frustration is anger caged in impatience.
Feelers
The scars you can’t see are the hardest to heal.
Weathering it
Grief cries and life shines on — and hope paints a rainbow.
History & destiny
The past can’t see you, but the future is listening.
Everywhichway
Sometimes I feel like I’m going nowhere, in opposite directions.
Insomnia ticking
three o’clock —
anxiety, regret
in the depths of worry
swept away in the
whirlwind of nothing —
a horrible nothing
blackout poetry created from Octave Mirbeau, The Diary of
Summer wonder
late June, monsoon — kaboom!
patter, splatter, fat drops gather
splats, taps, windowpane raps
wind whips, swish, whish —
summer’s rumbling thunder
flash, crash, lightning dash
plash, splash, sky unlashed!
January breeze
winter morning birds
weave song through misty gray clouds
leaves add harmony
Playground
We mature in knowledge and wisdom but never leave the playground of our hearts.
Very verdant vernal vessels
The energy of the earth flows through the veins of springtime.
Always true
I love to kiss your lying lips —
when we love our honesty slips
but soul to soul is always true —
a love lie is truth in another hue