The Flowers

Flowers 

Are scooped up pages,

Petals in cupped hands

With writing we cannot see

But each stem holds

 A story from the Earth.

We give each other these words,

While saying something else.

I

Hope

The Flowers

Don't 

Mind.

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Beauty

Trying is exhausting.

When I sit

And see beauty

For what it is,

There is energy.

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In the Midst

In the midst of
Chaos
Or
Peace
We must still
Pause
To
Reach
The beautiful things so
Hard
To
See
Yet always there.




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Sharing

It is dark around me,
Winter dark.
The surfaces are touched with frost
Like the thin layer of sadness on me.
I try to make the most
Of the clear sky 
And look up -
Above the rooves and the roads
With the man-made lights,
Above the space
Around me
Of things I can't explain,
And see the singular stars 

Of this night.

I don't know what they are saying, 

Or what sign they are showing,
But they too are standing
Out in the cold
And for a moment,
We are sharing.

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Energy

I give so much 

Energy
To
Fixing myself
When
Finding myself
Creates
More.

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Streams

Our minds are unique oceans

In goldfish bowls,

With colours we cannot always name

And some waves without a way yet,

Bubbling over each other,

Beauty circling without an escape.

Sometimes it takes another, looking in,

To see the sophisticated patterns the 

Swirls make against the glass 

And call out the streams. 

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Waves

I walk along a beach
And as the tide comes in
So does a friend
That helps me decorate
The sand with seashells,
Or fights with me against
The sea wind.
Then they retreat
As the sea goes out
And I don't know why.
But as I keep walking,
The tide returns

With a new face
In the waves.
I think maybe it's because
There are shapes to be made
On this part of the sand -
I am on a different part of the shore,
That only the water knows
And gathers in for. 

 

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