Obscuring

White fog erases lines from the sky
until blurry and smeared-
skyscrapers peer through the mist
at the eye of my camera.

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Day 151

Fight or Flight?

When the empty space in my heart
becomes a predator, eating away
at the room that belongs to you,
will you fight back?

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Day 150

Inevitability

You can only push a heart away
douse its flames so many times
before it finds a new place
to spark and burst into flame.

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Day 149

Rejected

You're an open sign turned
to closed, jester, king, Tinman
with heart, a friend gone.
You're goodbye.
What am I to you?

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Day 148

Healing Bath

I need a pool of moonlight.
I long to soak in glowing rays.
Let me wash away my unshed tears
before I face another day.

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Day 147

Seed Surrender

Ask the soil at your feet,
tiny seed in the cold, hard ground.
Night is not eternal.
Breaking is where beauty is found.

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Day 146

Morning Reluctance

How do I say goodbye
to the perfect moonlit sky?
How do I face the day
wishing darkness would
fall again this way?

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Daughter-Mother

Tonight I held your belly,
felt your baby move, remembered
you on the inside, and me
not knowing how amazing you'd be.

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Day 144

Uncovered by Moonbeams

I have scars with secret names
hidden by light of day.
The dawn of night reveals them.
In moonlight they are beautiful.

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Day 143

Inhale

Some days the letters and words rise
up and paint themselves on the air.
I breathe them in
and remind myself I am Poet.

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Day 142

Cyclone

A spinning cauldron of wind,
my sky is filled today
with witches, monkeys and
a house from Kansas.
Can I hitch a ride?

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Day 141

Breathing Tea

A steaming cup casts its breath
skyward, attempting in some
small way to echo the beauty
of clouds in its ephemeral wisp

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Day 140

The Sum

The yes and no of it,
the hide and show of it,
the ebb and flow of it,
all these add up
to the stay or go of it.

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Day 139

Enough?

And if I speak enough words, and make
enough marks, and write
enough lines--will it all ever
make any more sense to me?

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Day 138

Listener

And what will you say,
when the silence comes,
and does not accuse or ask--simply
wants to hear you speaking your heart?

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Day 137

Plenty of Room

Go ahead, ask your questions,
I can carry them. I can
pack them beside my own, take them
on my journey to find answers.

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Day 136

She Keeps Asking

She stares back at me
from every puddle, window, mirror
her face the same question.
What will I do with her, with me?

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Day 135

Overflow

The sun, caught in a cloud jar--
obscured by darkness, brimming over,
spills a tiny splash
across my day and I breathe.

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Day 134

Let Me Let Go

Want to get lost--drive,
halfway down an endless road.
Wade into the ocean 'til
nobody is in sight.
Then I can let go.

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Day 133

Yellow Footsteps

Walking on sunshine streams spilling
from my radio, aloha you
you "lo-ha" me. In spite of rain
Today is very a good day

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Day 132

Through Your Eyes

No mirrors for me. No thank you.
I'd rather see my reflection
in they eyes of a friend.
True beauty staring back at me.

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Day 131

A Basket Full

Aroma of soil in my hand, first green
shoots peeking up, pit-pat
of spring rain, all tucked away
in a trug until summer.

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Day 130

Delusions

Time lets me think I carry him
in my pocket, ticking like a lullaby.
I sleep. He flies.
I wake to tomorrow's silence.

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Day 129

Sewn

Tear the pages from my favorite book,
stitch them together tight.
Wrap myself in the blanket
so I can dream tonight.

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Day 128

Ink Blood

Silent flow, black against white:
my ink blood spills on the page.
Words and phrases come alive
within each heartbeat.

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Day 127

Volatile

A storm teeters on the edge of the day,
waits for the sun to take
her warmth from the sky,
a few degrees 'til explosion.

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Day 126

I Still Believe

Made a wish at eleven-eleven
on a lucky star.
You're not here yet, but that's okay.
I still believe in the moon's magic.

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Day 125

Lover Retiring

Stark branches tipped in new green
reach toward a lavender sunset,
grasping for the retreating arms
of this spring day.

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Day 124

Ride and Iron Horse

Today the road calls my name
so I mount an iron horse at your back.
I open my arms to the wind,
close my eyes and I fly

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Day 123

No Rain Today

Thunder growls from afar
making promises he can't keep
as Sun pokes her fingers into
frayed holes in loose-knit clouds.

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Day 122