39/365 - Your Check Is In The Mail

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A meditative repose struck

a warm blanket draped

across Monday weary skin

while new-age like music plays

surround sound of nature calls

A distant hum reverberates

deep inside my soul

The flurried feelings melt away

amongst summery sunlight glow

heating the lids of my eyes

as I dig deeper in my dry mud bath

All this for free and I walk away

with a perfect manicured hand 

38/365 - Sorrow

 

Perhaps this should be

called possibility

Because hidden within

each tiny seed

(that has been hidden within my freezer for a year)

There lies a shadow

of an idea

of a summer day

of perfect green leaves

stretched toward the sun

on a leisurely journey

across a blue sky

But as I place

each tiny intention

in a spring thawed bed

I cannot help but think

of those that will never

feel the eminence

of their destiny

37/365 - Middle

 

It lays plainly in

the middle of the sea

not an ocean of blue

but green

And if you don't

look carefully

you might not notice

a thing

But there amongst

the winter grown weeds

late February

wind-blown carpet

An orange beacon

on an otherwise arctic

steel cold day

clouds of grey

A tawny spot of hope

one slight spring flower

will winter devour

a season changing trope

36/365 - Your Hair Stands on End

 

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Why is this something

that offends

Especially a certain type

(mostly men?)

If I don't do it

like - every day?

It's my body

you have no say

And yet you try

to legislate

or make your opinion

carry some weight

It really is such

a fucking sham

So I fight back

any way I can

And yes my legs are

quite prickly

No I won't shave them

very quickly

35/365 - Truth

 

There is something there

behind his eyes

Those dark caramel pupils

hide no lies

He is not able

to deceive

Only love

and

never leave

Pure of heart

to a fault

A better friend

was never sought

34/365 - Your Hands Are Tied

 

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I'm sorry it had to happen this way

There really is nothing else I can say

No matter how I tried to change it

I simply could not rearrange it

It had to be done, as you can see

You were out, and your cake was calling to me

33/365 - Silly

 

"That's silly" he said

while looking at me

with an expression

as far from amusement

as an expression 

can possibly be

And I met his gaze

(those steeled eyes)

and I quickly looked

to the nothing

just over his shoulder

willing my face

into my own

disparate expression

that would convey

(I hoped very much)

that I was also

not amused

if he could just see

32/365 - Quality

 

It's true

I'm not as good as you

I didn't start

when I was a kid

I didn't have 

the opportunity you did

And yet

you act like a jerk about it

Acting

like I am shit

when all I want

is what you have

Just to be

half as good

as you

but instead

of offering help

(not that you have to)

you look

down your nose at me

So

I take it back

I don't want

to be anything 

like you

31/365 - Conscience

 

They say you should

let sleeping cats lie

But I don't know

why I bother to try

Not when he kept me

up all night

Running round with

a crazed look in his eyes

So no I will not

let the sleeping cat lie

Even though he is

such a cute little guy

All cuddly

and fuzzy

and purry...

ALL RIGHT!

I suppose I will

let him be

the dog on the other hand

well he can sleep tight

30/365 - Your Call Is Important To Us

 

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Sorry I missed your call

I was listening to the flowers

The bees, butterflies, and lady bugs

whispered to me for hours

Sorry I didn't return your text

my hands were in the soil

digging deep into the ground

where the earthworms toil

Sorry I have not posted

I know that I've been quiet

I've been watching the clouds drift by

I think that you should try it

29/365 - Meander

 

The allure of the bend

in the trail ahead

Drawing me forward

along the moss carpet path

The wave of the ferns

luxuriant fronds

tickling my fingertips

as they urge me on

The babbling of the brook

in the shrouded bed

deep in the wilds

begging to be found

The dancing of the sun's

crepuscular rays

filtered through treetops

in the forest glade

The song of the birds

high in the sky

above the canopy

in the by and by

28/365 - Envy

 

There are those that wish to be

the first spring flower bloom

Delicate petals in the sun

driving out winters gloom

But the secret of such obvious beauty

is how fast it is fleeting

I'd rather be a windswept pine

perched on a cliffside - teetering

A lonesome sentry standing guard

where water meets the land

gazing out across the ocean

roots dug deep in the sand

27/365 - Your Daily Bread

 

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The sun's rays creep

across my hands

dancing their way

into my veins

"Good morning" they whisper

to the wind

which is still wearing

an icy glove - woven

in the darkness of midnight -

as it ran cold fingers

across my face

I breathe deep

drawing the cold air

into my hungry lungs

and balance on

the cracked lips of morning

I drink deeply 

of the day break

26/365 - Celebrate

Something good

happened today

not earth-moving

not extraordinary

Just a blip

a momentary sway

No need for bubbly

No need for confetti

so put away the noise-makers

there will not be a party

just a smile

constrained internally

Because something good

happened today

 

25/365 - End

 

Sometimes the end

is the sweetest beginning

A piercing scream

urgently drawing

things to a close

and in the next instance

frantic footsteps

hurried rushing

a wall of heat

but just beyond

something emerges

from deep inside

the cavern

Heat spills out

and with it

smells emerge

wafting

spinning

winding

and weaving

into the room

It intoxicates you

draws you close

compels you to reach

to grasp

to pull

until it emerges

An illusion

released

Ideas solidified

like the ingredients

combined

mixed 

folded

and baked

just long enough

to raise a souffle 

24/365 - Your Good Deed for the Day

 

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There is only one cookie left

and I want it.

Peanut butter and chocolate chip

I want it.

Homemade - a little less sugar,

a dash of salt,

a tad under-baked.

I want it.

It was a big day today

we worked hard

outside all day

together

in the hot sun

(so hot for February, right?)

I earned this cookie

I want this cookie

but so did you

and so do you.

Should we split this cookie?

Yes

That's what we'll do.

23/365 - Personality

 

He is very orange

He crunch the lampshade and run

He must, he is orange

22/365 - Value

 

What really matters to you?

Is it when the sun is shining

and the sky is blue?

Is it the first bloom of spring's

bright purple hue?

Or is it the steel concrete towers

where they once grew?

and the money made there now

driving shareholder value

21/365 - Your Cheating Heart

 

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I am sorry I haven't been there

like I said I would

I am sorry I haven't seen you

as often as I should

I used to get up every morning

just to see you wake

I used to rise dark and early

to witness your dawn break

But though I still get up early

I don't see you much anymore

It's not that I don't still love you

because it's you that I adore

It's just that there is someplace else

that I have to be

It is something I must do

It's not you, it's me

But I will still make the effort

to see your morning rays

And I'll still tell you goodnight

at the end of the day

when your trip around the earth

for the day is done

I will gaze to the West

to watch your setting sun

20/365 - Noteworthy

Something exceptional

doesn't have to happen

everyday

But if you take a moment

to notice

you may discover

that it does

anyway

 

19/365 - Wait

 

I am still here

Standing where you left me

When you closed the door

When you walked away

one

two

three

your footsteps on the stairs

and five more

down the front path

I am still here

Through the door I hear

the whine of the engine

as it turns over

and the crunch

of the tires

as it backs down

the driveway

and into the street

I am still here

And I'll wait patiently

with the last words you spoke

echoing in my head

"let's go to the park"

you said

as you clipped 

on my leash

just before the phone rang

and you walked 

out the door

I am still here

18/365 - Your Guess Is As Good As Mine

 

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Why is there a doll

hanging from a tree

with a smile on her face

for all the world to see?

Did someone brush her red hair

and polish her red shoes?

Was she loved and cared for?

Was she someone's to lose?

Or perhaps her situation is a result

of longstanding sibling rivalry

A moment of contention, an ultimatum,

a threat not taken seriously. 

Or is she more than just a doll?

Is she a red haired sentry?

Standing guard over a a secret clubhouse

hidden amongst the shrubbery.

She must have been loved once, so dearly

but maybe her someone has outgrown her

and so they placed her in this tree

in search of her new owner.

17/365 - Pleasure

 

It starts with a touch

a gentle caress

soft meets soft

sweet tenderness

and the response

the skin relaxing

the back arches

the pupils waxing

and from deep down inside

a sound starts to emerge

as you pet his orange head

the little cat purrs

16/365 - Lesson

 

The bee doesn't care

that you didn't plant them there

The bee doesn't see

that it is a weed

All the bee knows

is wherever the flower grows

it gives the bee

what it needs

Perhaps we should all

be like the bee

15/365 - Your Fair Share

 Photo credit: Robsalot (that's me!)

I'm so sorry

for what happened to you

before you were found

A mop of matted yellow fur

racing down the street

(a blur)

But you were scooped up!

and bathed!

and brushed!

Though soap and water

couldn't erase

the forlorn look

written on your face

as you stood in the corner

of that steel concrete cage

And that's where we found you

and took you away

to a home

and a bed

and two meals (everyday)

and most importantly of all 

(yes even more than walks)

is how much you are loved

because it's lots and lots

14/365 - Daunting

 

The expectations

of existence

are endless

Like a great mountain

-Whitney-

-Kilimanjaro-

-Everest-

Whose peak is shrouded

in a hooded cloak

of ethereal clouds

But you know

it's there

somewhere

so you climb

always expecting

to break through the mist

and see at last

the snow capped summit

and that promise

keeps you going

through the ever

changing landscape

and the switchbacks

of the scrub trails

but aside from 

some pockets of clarity

the haze never clears

the apex never appears

13/365 - Create

 

The whole of the universe

is driven to create

Nothing is

without being made

Something from something

becomes something else

We all want to leave

a piece of ourselves

but it's impossible to exist

without leaving our mark

even destruction

creates a new spark

12/365 Your Chariot Awaits

 

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Waiting patiently in the dark

for the next adventure to start

I know that soon you will awake

and we'll ride out together to see dawn break

But time it passes so slowly here

Still our moment must be near

I anticipate the creak of the door

as it scrapes across the floor

But your silhouette does not appear

My expectation turns to fear

And in the shadows grey light creeps

as daylight rouses all that sleeps

I am resigned to wait some more

watching the sun's rays crawl across the floor

until the long light of afternoon

fills my little waiting room

But just as I had given up hope

the silence of my misery broke

because finally you had arrived

stroking my handlebars you sat astride

and together we peddled into twilight

When its just you and me, all is finally right