Photo by Artem Saranin from Pexels As in life we grow and flyThrough stretches of eternal momentsOne at a time. They’re fractals, you know.The sides of every feathered moment.For moments are as complex as dice cubes and snowflakesEach with six different faces. A face of freshness and invention.A face of mindfulness.A face of sudden sunlight […]
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Image from Wikimedia Home is that bent combination of shelter, people, warmth, and refugeWhere the conventional and the mavericksCan find respite from the hours(From hard day nights, loneliness,The unacceptable madness of others and loss). Sadly, not everyone has a home.
Image from Wikimedia It isn’t that one child means more than another child or allBut if it’s my child my heart can’t see beyondIt freezesThe motion of Earth freezes. I was meant to love all childrenBut I am constructed only to protect my own with my life I would bear a thousand rapes if that’s
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Photo by Pixabay from Pexels She loved her gran, but feltWhat? Squeamish about hugging her.And now …. Holes, logically, are both ways:Inside out and outside in. Like socks. Or so it would seem to any normal, natural, active girl.But some holes aren’t.Like hugs. How many hugs did you turn away?Only to live to regret the
What say the beauty of your being in my headWhen moon has set I fall bewitched by you instead.I’ve loved you all the more than all the moons aboveAnd all the lights and nights and you asleep thereof.
