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Element 99


Grief hovers



    Grief hovers over my shoulder,

    nudges sore at the back of my eyes,

    chokes my throat, hollows my chest,

    robs me of my stomach.

    What fruit can I offer you, guru Earth?

    O you who showed me how to love,

    the fragrant flowers for your grave have died.

    Sandlewood and myrrh have turned to ashes.

    What candle will burn to light this darkness,

    this blight through all the extinctions to come?

    I think of striking a flame, then recall

    it was the smoke that started the dying.



  • ORANGE is the new BLACK?
    ORANGE is the new BLACK?
    I am rife
    With opportunity and life
    Your poem reminds me of a time 
    when I was so sad, I could not rhyme

    I want to walk into the light
    not look for reasons to cry or fight
    the good fight that is deep within
    The bad I will take on the chin

    If I can just mimic or glance 
    at someone brave who shows a chance
    to look beyond the pain and fear

    and know the SOURCE of LOVE is HERE.

    Be Well and thank you for the reminder

    June 17 - 1 likes this

  • Just Asking
    Just Asking
    This is beautiful. Heartbreaking, but beautiful. 
    June 21

  • ORANGE is the new BLACK?
    ORANGE is the new BLACK? Just Asking
    I think she took umbrage at my reply.  

    June 21