Green and silent
you sit in the corner
spanning for light
toward the air that is warmer
Dry to the touch
when water is needed
lifeless yet living
from soil is feeded
Broad or clinging
stationary and rooted
and once a year
you’re flowery and fruited
Better than a dog
but yet cannot pant
better than a cat
my happy house plant
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When does fishing season open
when can I go outside
when will the rain stop
And when will the sun shine down
on our mossy souls
placing us all on top
Where the warmth feeds us
and melts our snow
releasing hibernating smiles
And waking the children inside
in our winter minds
spring’s budding for miles
Can I now dust off the tackle
and clean the reels
stocking up on bait
For now until the sun does break
sitting on the shore
silently, shivering in wait
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a little man disgruntled
as I walk this path
had met me here
and had done the math
he whispered numbers
yelled equations
fumbled through algebra
some scientific notation
then handed me a nickel
a penny and some lint
offered a grin and giggle
I asked him what it meant
He said “do you see it?”
“can’t you rearrange?”
“It seems that life’s a bill,
and I never have c’rect change!”
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... wires
frayed at the end
... tires
worn to the thread
... landslide
falling to the sea
... gravity
pulling down on me
... leaves
dead on the street
... rubber
from the sole of my feet
... wrinkles
on an aged face
... time
at its steady pace
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Candle lit on the coffee table
a little pasta
a little wine
Darkened room the light is fine
Another hard day is dead and gone
a little sore back
a little rub there
Some gentle kisses on my neck here
Soft music playing in the background
a little twinkle
a little shy glare
Soothing hand caress along my hair
Pounding hearts a fire from the lust
a little breathless
a little heated
Flesh on flesh on cloud pillows seated
An animal grip on each other
a little nibble
a little tickle
Some water drips from an icicle
Moaning cries from passion’s silent tears
a little pressure
a little outcry
An ending to a romantic sigh
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Miles of miles do divide
do fill up space between
to wish upon a picture of a face
a longing to fold time and space
Staccato signals as I read
the finger typing words
are as whispers in my tired ear
words written my eye’s do hear
And from these words
I hear the clouds part
and outward on sunshine feeding
fly tiny emotions escaping freely
such sorrows are set aside
pain again long forgotten
as the lusty lovely breath of spring
sets my lonely mossy mind to sing
and as I look upon her
joyful in a summer’s sun
it’s as if I’m looking into mirrors
for my smile is as bright as her’s
Miles of miles seem collapsed
seem shorter than I had dreamed
For with every word I read I can hear
As if time and space have placed her here
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It’s a fine line of diplomacy
protecting my heart
deflecting the pain
And a torture of loneliness
and silent impart
on my edge of sane
Every quiet sunrise solitude
breeds shadows in air
feeds resentment and fears
And I build a solid fortress
with tenacity and care
each stone mortared from my tears
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alone
really alone
where every creak
wisps of wind
become
a friend
alone
silently alone
watching the sun
set all alone
then again
at sunrise
alone
painfully alone
boredom is a torture
silence a curse
a chilling hope
gone cold
alone
quietly alone
among the daydreams
with shadows
and memories
grown old
alone
again alone
starring wide-eyed at the wall
counting insects flying
humming tunes
quietly
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