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fear and shame
holds us in its clutches
Like a vulture of the spirit
there to strip the meat of confidence
from the bones of our soul
It is left to us alone
to grip the sword of esteem
and erase the winged carnivore
that would ensnare us in its talons
A separate thought - Like a captain of a ship in rough seas that threatens to roll-over,
we stand on the bridge fearful and ashamed,
not realizing that it is our friends and famiily
that are quietly below deck
feverishly bailing water and keeping our vessel afloat
as the harbor lights come in view
Let us remember that they are ever at our side. ~dreams~
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life is as a flower
to be sensed
by the touch
the sight
the smell
We sense the beauty of its birth
as it bursts forth its blooms
silky softness to our fingertips
an artists pallet of color
layers of scent in the air
the flower is now but a memory
to be sensed
by thoughts of the kindly touch
the sight of warm rememberance
the lingering smell of lilac
Life is a celebration that we capture with the senses. We are able to hear that which can not see, to feel that which we can not hear, to smell that which we can not touch. It is the senses that keep our memories with us. It is the senses that remind us, although we can not touch or see something, that the flower is with us always. There to comfort us in bad times, and smile upon us in the good times. ~dreams~
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| Fear - We view the darkness
filled with the blackness of ink
strange and lurking
haunted by the pathos of unknown
yet in its way comforting
for in its shadows we find
the partnership of fear
that has become our friend Ironic, how the fear of the unknown comforts us against the fear of lifes discovery. ~Dreams~ | | |
| the fury is upon us
the rain and snow
the sky breaks open
as the fierce winds blow its harshness and anger
rivals the Bear
that has awoke from ithe den
in the crisp morning air We cover ourselves
as best we can do
with branch and leaf
foraging as primatives used to the water bits sting
through cloth and skin
as we sit here happily
thinking its Spring again | | |
| The light dances among the trees
like the nymph in the woods
dainty and revealing
skipping through the forest
never stopping
sometimes close
sometimes far
there to entice us
for a fleeting moment
while we race to embrace it's pleasures
how fickle we are
in the luminescence
of the lights diamond sparkle
captured in the reflections
upon the cool pools of spring
and warm puddles of summer
how soon we forget
the arduous task given for us
for our solace and enjoyment
by the rays of Decembers bright light
upon the upon the snowy dew of winter
Lest we not forget the work of the past for the pleasures of the present
~Dreams~ | | |
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