I am the sun,
the stars,
the sky.
I am each wisp of cloud
over silver moon,
I am mountain high
and forest floor,
ocean deep
and soft sea shore.
I'm each drop of rain
that ever fell
and every sunbeam
that danced,
as well.
I am as old as time
and yet brand new
the centuries stood still
as I passed through.
I am part of nature’s
elemental fury,
part of the heavens
and god’s great glory.
I am a spirit
free to roam.
The universe

Droplets of rain fall,
the dry earth embrace blessings
freed from gripping thirst.

Finding the favor of a new start
with a process flowing down stream
emotions like love, comfort and passion became
a mainstay for returning to a human with life.
My mother passed oh very hard to accept
three years pass and my daughter died being only 30.
Parts of my soul were healing at a slower rate.
Years passed age of life were differences in health.
Maybe thirty years left before going home
with the thought of my final place of rest
receiving lighting grace.

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In the darkness of the woods
My eyes adjust to the non-light
The shine of the moon
Seeps through the canopy
Exposing the beauty of the night.

In the quiet of the night
Sound is amplified
As if nature’s orchestra was playing
Music created for the soul
Lyrics which are beautifully simplified

The eerie screeching of an Owl
Intoxicating sounds of the crickets
Deep throated bull frogs
Each playing in nature’s symphony
In this theater, no need to buy tickets

when two poets on any site
seemingly serve the masters

one comes across the other
one, comments
the other replies
well master reply as faster
ere the wilderness thinks
you have gone slow
and
the other poet instead of poetry
has gone to mow
Okay, sow
seeds with another

someone who may be faster
so reply as fast as you can
to a lady O man
or to a rascal
Lady if you can

Say more to me in the words
Be romantic all girls seem saved
You stood on the word of swords
You standing and saw it shaped

Wait on me you are too closed
I cant say much under the blue
Just being in a world groused
Small words say like a glue
Feelings like a volcano aroused
Your stand inter soup

Minuets of the world and calm
Yet if you to be pinned
Super energetic like a rest cloud
The ain't no perfect glory
You can be out to a way in it

You have seen me through some of the darkest
days, when life sapped, soggy, slapping along
the rain riddled streets, enfolded in that
black gossamer gown of the gathered air

wet through, wind puffed, yet sweating too along
the ambivalent day's incline and its
own way of drenching each human, like some
needy nocturne triffid, ambling along the pavement

I like bars
a habitat best suited for my nature

It's the ambiance, the conviviality
of a communal living room.
No Mr. or Mrs. Anyone, just Joe or Eddie,
or Pops, or Lottie.
Please check all affectations at the door

Relatable music on the box
Lots of sad songs (don't know why that is)
A pool table (almost a must)
No TV (always a plus)
and a small, but decent menu (if you dare)

AFTER THE WAKE
the women young and old
walked around the large
rectangular table , their pale skin
framed in faded black dresses
torn black stockings,
and, old, black shoes.
they seemed to be in a dream:
silence in slow motion.
The men were seated
waiting to be served
their share of demi-tasse
and Italian pastries;
they lit their cigars and
no word was passed among them
for they confronted
their mortality once again…
the women faded quietly
away into another room

hertz
the needles flick
in dull green round
the blood shunt
in antiseptic aroma
bloom

in black and whites
the light captured
angles and brow
contours and wisp
a ravaged sky
painted painful blue
the clocks sweep
says nearing two

beneath lids
dreams twitch
lips purse
the window draft
stirs on downy arms
soft silhouette