The Struggle

I can’t see
deeply enough
to that
vulnerable part
that is aching
and vulnerable
but can only catch
at the edges
of the wound
like snagging
a ragged fingernail
on blankets
when turning over
in bed

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Don’t Touch

Tears fall
as soul aches
salty drops
saturating
temples and pillow
alike
and every time
it begins to abate
touching
that raw spot
within
in an effort
to understand
only makes it
begin yet again

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Relief Incoming?

Autumn is a promise
whispered on the wind
as temperatures rise
once again
and we all wait
with bated breath
for the leaves to turn
in a vibrant death
and the earth to ease
into sleep
and the weather to cool
and air to smell sweet
like rainy days
and earthy decay
as finally the heat
is waved away

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Levity and Mirth

Step into the restroom
and what do I see?
a silly old cow
staring at me
with bright blue eyes
and a fuzzy mustache
ice cream cone hands
and a lot of panache
I try to relax
as I snigger and laugh
while trying to whizz
and holding my staff
cuz that silly cow
can’t help but stare
as he hangs on the wall
with his ass in the air

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The Ache

I reach for you
with tendrils
of energy
delicate threads
that seek
to tangle with yours
as the ache
within my soul
becomes too much
and tears threaten
to bring rainclouds
to the fore
instead
of blue skies

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Color By Numbers

No poem today, just a confession that I have become addicted to a color by numbers program on my phone.  It helps me to check out for a little while, and assists me in falling asleep at night.

This picture with all the little intricate details at the center of the sunflower, along with it’s vibrant colors, reminds me of that program.

Sometimes I feel guilty that I spend time with that program, but… maybe it’s true that everyone needs a way to just “check out” every once in a while, even if it’s for just a short bit of time now and then.

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