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Conflict

 

city a tool chest
opened daily and clock punched
bankers count each brick

— t. l. cummings
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Balance

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a grateful weaver
reconciles the ill-matched threads
of a single life

— t. l. cummings
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Taking a short break

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surgeon’s knife waiting
taking a short break from blog
will get back to you 🙂

t. l. cummings

P. S. My posts will continue as pre-scheduled, but reading others’ work must wait for now. I’ll be back in a few days.

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Jealousy

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surrender and burn
in the candle of autumn
let winter soothe wounds

— t. l. cummings
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Facade

 

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Furniture polish glows on a desk
like the gleam of a young Liz Taylor
Both visible as masks

— t. l. cummings
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Waning Days

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October shadows

longing for the warmth of skin

nestle in the night

 

— t. l. cummings

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The ground shifts

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in eventide, when the soul’s passage ends

Heaven’s sail unfurls as bruises bloom

Clouds release a mourning rain

Framed in a blowing kiss

regret steals memories

with broken cries

confusing smiles

The living

feeds on

loss

 

Loss

feeds on

the living

Confusing smiles

with broken cries

regret steals memories

framed in a blowing kiss

Clouds release a mourning rain

Heaven’s sail unfurls as bruises bloom

In eventide, when the soul’s passage ends

 

the ground shifts

 

– t. l. cummings

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One a.m.

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sitting deserted

sunlight stabbing my forehead

the middle of night

 

— t. l. cummings

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Archaeology

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A cultural greed

crushes trust into ruins

pressed between granite

and hidden, soiled deposits

yet truth strains to the surface.

— t. l. cummings

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The Bard

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Desk lures fingers

to keys of perception

urges me to open blinds

 

invite a row of pear trees

into the room, blossoms

sweetened with renewal

 

Mary Oliver’s words

… They save me; and daily *

embrace us

 

with grace and grit

resist wind and ice

from storms

 

Loyal limbs bend

or break and grow back

reach for the sky and sing

 

an ode to Nature

Life swirls in rings

of struggle and survival

 

seasoned by generations

Enlightened

I am still here

 

— t. l. cummings

* When I am Among Trees, by Mary Oliver.

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