Fissures

If people
could see
the cracks
inside me
as easily
as a broken bowl
would I be
tossed away
and forgotten?
or recycled
into something new?

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Playing Games

A little whimsy
a bit of fun
a little cuteness
never hurt anyone
Sometimes we need
to just let go
a little giggle
can be hard won
Let your laughter
clear the air
and let your smile
spark creative flair

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A Heartbeat

Tendrils
of smoke
create a moment
of needed peace
as scents
of cedar smoke
swirl in the air
and breathing in
brings to mind
forest walks
beneath
cedar boughs.

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The Fade

Fading green
new bruises show
life drains out
to leave me low.
The drop
it flirts with
every breath
leaves me feeling
trampled,
soul crumpled…
joy’s death.

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Helping Out

The little snot
she likes to play
she hangs out with me
every day
even when
I try to work
she’s right there
to help
to meddle
or lurk.

My little mischief maker.

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The Little Things

Everybody misses
the tiny details
when moving
too quickly
from day to day.
Sometimes
you need to stop
and lean in
and really see
those things
around you
that normally
fly by unseen.

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