The flame glows brightly
a memory of life lost
burning out too fast.
Candles
Love Yourself
Curb your inner voice
it speaks in hateful language
always love yourself
Sleeves
Sleeves on grey wet eyes
rush to wipe away sorrow
rub the pain deeper
the fly
No more clapping palms.
A fly dead in shocked violence.
Silence falls. At last.
Hurt the Sky
Lightning pierces sky
wounding with crazed cruel intent
Thunder gives applause.
ripples
a calm lake quivers
seduced by the moon’s soft kiss
telling ripples rise.
bamboo
we weave through life’s obstacles
like wind through bamboo
trying not to get whipped by branches
but often getting caught in the leaves.
foundations
we live in paper houses
stained at the edges
the poison crept in slowly
tainting the foundations.
Hands
Nature holds our hand
we wear daisy chains
and lay on green blades
getting tickled
but the dandelions die
and fade without fanfare
hoping to return
all the while
nature holds our hand.
Amateur Photos
The photo wasn’t spoiled by my thumb
it was immaculate
because you were there
standing
your back to the sky
and the wind brushed your face
as a smile lit your eyes
and clouds retreated
in awe of your heart.
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