colours

just me

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mirror mirror on the wall

I don’t care what you say, I’m beautiful enough

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new poem

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I wanted to write a poem

about rising from the ashes

resurrection

rebirth

or at least reinvention

I’d call it “Phoenix”

or something else as grandiose and cliche

but then

sunbeams and warm air

leaves shooting from my fingertips

flowers opening in my hair

toes deep in the sand

simply alive

no big words

just

spring

 

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bit of black and white

Go deeper than love, for the soul has greater depths,
love is like the grass, but the heart is deep wild rock
molten, yet dense and permanent.

Go down to your deep old heart, woman, and lose sight of yourself.
And lose sight of me, the me whom you turbulently loved.

Let us lose sight of ourselves, and break the mirrors.
For the fierce curve of our lives is moving again to the depths
out of sight, in the deep dark living heart.

…I do not want a woman whom age cannot wither.
She is a made-up lie, a dyed immortelle
of infinite staleness.

From ‘Know Deeply, Know Thyself More Deeply’ by DH Lawrence

 

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small things are the most important

aren’t they?

strong coffee at down

my cat’s purr

my dog’s smile

the smell of a book

taste of chocolate

beach and wind and sky

when we walk holding hands

and

everyday dying

a continuous thing

bit by bit

unnoticed

real

that’s where I find it

the significance and sense

the meaning of life

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no worries

no worries- he said

but… I’m made of worries

fears and sadness

I can not stop

yes worries

always yes worries

overthinking

heart racing

trembling

shivering

panicking

out-of-control

no worries- he said

will he make them go away?

will he?

will he?

today

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