Like a thief in the night,
She stole my gun and my life.
Made off with the bag I stole –
Left alone in the motel –
The Spirit parked outside the front door
My vault sitting empty and busted.
written – 2/22/2023
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Notches
Jasmine wafts in through
The open windows
A cardinal sits in a tree
The open page on my desk
Cries out again and again
To be filled
Rain starts to fall
Stifles the bird’s song
Trapped, caught in her mouth
Spring is yet to come
written – 2/14/2023
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Aerial Assault
I can feel the beat pounding
The waves lapping against the shore
Aerial assaults dive bombing
My fortress remains standing
A little battered and bruised but
The foundation remains intact
No ships were sunk in the fray.
written – 1/11/2023
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Titania and Mab
Recuperation on the mind
A charm offensive battling
Visage that appears out
Of the smoke, wild creature
Attacking my soul at its core.
Tempting, teasing, twisting
Trying to shred my resolve.
Creating a fight out of a gift
Turning it back against me,
She steals innocence and never
Gives enough back in return.
Gas feeds the flames and lights
The way down darker paths
Not meant to be traversed.
A truth twisted into a lie,
The specialty of the Faerie Queen.
written – 1/31/2023
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Magic of the Moon’s Surface
Hands gliding over the surface,
The reflection calm and cool
Diving into the depths from the heights
Slipping beneath into the water’s warmth,
Waves rocking against waves.
At night, the sea always rages
But never forget the unpredictable
Nature of the tides, ready
And able to become stormy
At a moment’s notice
Though subject to the pull
Of the moon’s gravity.
Floating high amongst the stars,
Her light shines bright in the night
Full and round her globe
Pulling tight against the ocean
Calling her, beckoning her home.
written – 2/02/2023
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Edna St. Vincent Millay
As to some lovely temple, tenantless
Long since, that once was sweet with shivering brass,
Knowing well its altars ruined and the grass
Grown up between the stones, yet from excess
Of grief hard driven, or great loneliness,
The worshipper returns, and those who pass
Marvel him crying on a name that was, –
So is it now with me in my distress.
Your body was a temple to Delight;
Cold are its ashes whence the breath is fled,
Yet here one time your spirit was wont to move;
Here might I hope to find you day or night,
And here I come to look for you, my love,
Even now, foolishly, knowing you are dead.
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Lavenders in the Breeze
The fragrance of you
In my mind inescapable.
The wind carries you to me,
Lavenders in the breeze.
In an instant transported
Back against your chest
Arms wrapped around
The last time I truly felt
Contentment in who I am.
Left alone, no more lavender,
The dark doubts creep in
Whispering their words once more
You should not be.
But I am.
And I will continue to be
Because one day, once again,
The wind will bring you
Back to me.
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