blowing dust, always touching
if only for a second ….blow the dust ……..from your mind …………the sands of time …………….and follow me… did you think this act would…. tingle your spine?…….. restrict the narrow………… spaces that you call...
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through words and time we find our way cobwebs of fears … clarity that whispers… dusty ashes, long ago speaking of time gone by sunlight laughing on beaches with no name when in the end what i really...
View Articlemy own shadow
find me in my self if you dare to look into your own shadow © r.e.l. 11/20/11 image by andrea clarin Posted for Poetry Picnic 11/20-11/27/11 on Gooseberry GardenFiled under: poetry Tagged: innuendo,...
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when the shadows pass by the cracks of life …the ones that tell the stories you forget… can i be your wings? © r.e.l. 4/21/12 image by s i m s h a Posted for Poetry Picnic 4/22-4/29/12 on Gooseberry...
View Articledo you know that i will lay my strength beside you?
Do you know that I will lay my strength beside you and surrender? Forgive me, but it’s who I am, weakened into broken submission when I feel you close. When you are as the ocean, you are my iconic...
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encapsulating every inch, touching. i imagine how your hands clasp mine. we are a bravery that led to senses. of understanding whispers, or of character in windows of time. of future times, slowly with...
View Articleplease don’t tell me to go hug myself
I have rose petals on my mind. They are lined up, as if placed mindfully by one person who cared. This person cares that the rose petals were all lined up, each touching, following each other to shore...
View Articleyour wandering heart
if you saw through my eyes and heart to who you are to me, maybe it would be different for you now in your mind that wanders. if you saw my teardrops when i think of the way you turn away when i say...
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