Fighting a Liar

I am lighting a fire
with a hand full of fuses
pockets of sticks and stones

I am fighting a liar
who stands by the window
refusing like hell to fight back

My world pours with rain
turning glass to a wall
soul bleeding out on the floor

My world roars with pain
and the ash melts to mud
truth blowing away on the air

Come wind, tease my ears
swell against my cold heart
revive now my life from this ruin

Come wind, ease my tears
I’ll lean into your strength
rise from the ashes and soar

Moonbathing

Step with me into argent pools
of September moonlight and
we'll rinse away the last strands
of sunlight from our skin.

Turn your face up into
the velvet black sky and
inhale all the tranquility
of a full-moon night.

Whisper your troubles
to the moon, he'll listen
with care, then set them
adrift on wisps of cloud.

Then dance along with me
in the freedom of knowing
what it is to love, to need
to give and simply to be.

No matter the distance
from your body to mine
our souls can join hands
across what divides us.

Meet me underneath the
harvest moon this night,
my soul-friend I'll join you
and for a little while.

We'll slip the coat of this
heavy world from our
shoulders, and rest for
a time in the arms of night.

Alone

Alone is twenty minutes long;
it ticks and whispers,
taunts me.

Alone is every day you're gone-
the darkest nights spent
at sea.

Alone's a vast and silent song-
the howl that breaks skies,
shakes trees.

Alone is bitter on my tongue.
An icy north wind
flies free.

Alone is twenty minutes long;
I breathe and count them,
slowly.

Heat

The day is sun-scorched, the shadows
thin and dry,as though a gust
of wind would scatter them
like so many burnt pages.

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Day 172

Watercolor

Come Rain. Wash Sun's bright hues
from green trees, red bricks,
blue skies. My eyes ache
for the cool following a storm.

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Day 171

Supplication

The sun turns lazily on a bed of cloud
sighing over the garden.
My hollyhocks bow their heads
as if to pray for rain.

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Day 170

Rebirth

This chrysalis is not lovely
doesn't inspire, but the breaking
pushing, fight for freedom
will make for amazing flight.

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Day 169

Writing Dangerously

There is a risk in releasing
your words to fly across a page.
They might, like sparrows,
sing your secrets to the trees.

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Day 168

Ode to a Statue

Oh nymph poised to leap into
the crystal cool, can you know?
I long to feel your wet embrace
to share-Joy Of The Waters!

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Day 167