Potential

A little seed
lies in
more moss than grass
it waits for rain
and an earthen grasp.
New life held
safe and sound
in pod’s embrace
til roots grow down.

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Pesky Ideas

Goddamned
irritating
whisper
in my ear.
Push it away
and it keeps
coming back
again
and again
and again.

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The Fall

Moving fast
panted breath
hauling ass
and then you trip.
Knees and hands
land in the dirt.
While pops of color
catch the eye
and create
a moment’s pause
to breathe.

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Still Useful

Old and rusted
battered and bruised
scars scattered
over the surface
still here though
still strong
still useful
even if not sure
for how long.

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Higher

The urge to climb
is strong and fierce
it pulls and tugs
demands more
more energy
more footsteps
more straining muscles
and panting breaths.
The craving for altitude
digs in deep claws
and pushes the body
to its limits.

Don’t stop… you can breathe at the top.

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Hidden Playmate

Little slivers
prickly fruit
red temptation
looks like a treat
yet not to eat
see beyond
look underneath
a shy one waiting
for fun and games
coax them out
and lets go play

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