I am a renegade,
apostate, a mad man
bound free to frolic midst the roses
marigolds and lilies,
tho smote of thee,
I dance by devil’s Fury.
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Intercession
One day walking hand-in-hand along the shore they discerned a bubbling up, albeit vague, nebulous, nevertheless an orenda it was that gave them pause, cause to feel they came together to make a difference in this place.
At the edge of the water, in the majesty of the sunset with her hand taken in his, a mutual stirring arose and by silent wonder their eyes were directed toward the heavens.
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Awakening
Could I awaken ‘ere the fire at horizon’s verge,
and be silky-wrapped astride you,
and there for smitten of nocturnal reverie,
just bare a breath, know you warming,
feel assured by my touch of you
I am not risen from a dream?
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Meander
silver
wise
sleepy
thoughtful introspect
the road behind ~ pot-holed rut-worn wooden wheels
pot-holed roads ~ come this far ~ astride them wooden wheels
advance
retire
withdraw
thoughtful circumspect
two wheels
zoom zoom
bump Bump
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