Conflict
city a tool chest
opened daily and clock punched
bankers count each brick
— t. l. cummings
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Nov 30
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Balance
a grateful weaver
reconciles the ill-matched threads
of a single life
— t. l. cummings
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Taking a short break
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
surrender and burn
in the candle of autumn
let winter soothe wounds
— t. l. cummings
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Facade
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
October shadows
longing for the warmth of skin
nestle in the night
— t. l. cummings
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The ground shifts
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.
sitting deserted
sunlight stabbing my forehead
the middle of night
— t. l. cummings
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Archaeology
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
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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