Photo from Wikipedia I do unto othersTo give a hand, because that’s what I doPart of the pillars of my lifeThe meaningMy purpose. NOT because I want others to do unto me. And I seeIn my dreamsWhen I walk my last mileAmid arms, reaching out to hug meTo thank mePeople I never knew would want […]
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Photo by cottonbro from Pexels Even a roseLike a poetCannot thrive out of the light. Each of usA different lightIn search of an opening light. For we are not madeTo hide our lightBeneath a barrelBut to glow with joy from within. We search among the three pillars of our beingInto unknown territoriesTo release the dark easy of nonfulfillment.
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Photo from Wikimedia You caught it in a glass jarto study it awhilein your kitchen, before turning it looseoutdoors. I didn’t study it. You did. You said.I didn’t exhaust myself with it. You did.I didn’t name it “Limbo.” Or read Sylvia Plath to it, half the night. You did. “Last summer’s reeds are all engraved
Photo by Luis Felipe Alburquerque Briganti from Pexels Crooked menlead crooked lives.Like lightning. “Now that I have your face by heart, I lookLess at its features than its darkening frameWhere quince and melon, yellow as young flame,Lie with quilled dahlias and the shepherd’s crook.Beyond, a garden. There, in insolent easeThe lead and marble figures watch the showOf yet
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Photo by Наталия Котович from Pexels Like our land had a spell over itAnd we were caught in the middle.Like there’s so much more to sayMaybe I’ll say it laterWhat silver linings some may mine from Covid-19.Like birds. Talking. And less traffic. No road through the heart is free from danger.Like holding off loss and heartache like a
