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Friday 26 June 2015

Poem: Let it grow

image by Sarolta Ban


I was in a hurry
following the plan
not to be late
as I passed by an older man
limping, slowly walking
from his morning walk
through the meadow
for in his hands he held
a bouquet of freshly picked
wild flowers
.

it made me wonder who they were for
who in his life journey did he meet
to care, to cherish
and how many life battles
did they undertake
not to fear this war
through little battles
we write our stories
.

either bleeding from the bruises left open
either rejoicing in learning and carrying on
teaching others how to dance
you are the master of your tones
under the skin is where we hide
.

do we allow to be happy and just to be?
and do we let others grow
do we speak in a matter that allows
roses to still grow as roses?
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 Written for the Mag #274

Monday 15 June 2015

Poem: Deep inside

photo by Toni Frissell


you can't recall the moment is starts
how it becomes like a haven you always searched for
somewhere away from those who can't relate
building yourself through these miniature storms
until nothing else feels like home

you only realize the strange comfort if brings
and how often you dive into it, like it's the air you breathe
familiar waves surrounding your thoughts
but you don't feel the sadness that clings to your lungs
becoming your second skin

let the storms pass, before they take you
like the ocean, you too can calm yourself

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Written for the Mag #272