Calm

he pounds the asphalt
I walk the woods
his hand chilled refutes You
my fingers weave warm ‘tween yours
his soul listens deaf to You
my heart sings full of You
he is thunder
I am rain

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Groping

Whisky river
thoughts cascade
plunge against the rocks
splash misty vapors
feed a starlit fog
all meander, struggle wayward
groping for their way back home
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Cut (short)

Was it stain intended, my pen lay against the parchment

Vitriol, incision screwed, filet heart bare, an open wound

Or saw teeth jagged, clawed and snagged against my hand,

Sliced thrice, what price, words precise, profundity avert?

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Respite

 
Pause
to ponder
day diminished
‘neath majestic oak
winter bare thine leaf
where goes no shade,
dreary
dank
damp
here I cooled
mine restless heart
when warm and
overflowing
bursting
yet it yearns
 
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