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Day 27

Smear the points into all their colors, striations, streaks, and nebulae.
There you have it. Stars. Swirling endlessly, timelessly above.

In the broken branch one might see the rot, but the roots;
the roots dig in, stay firm. We won’t fall yet.

Silence is a pain only the lonely understand,
yet silence is bliss, which only the lonely crave.

If she was angry about the beginning, maybe
she’ll be angrier at the end, but we won’t know.

Not until it strikes. Would we withstand the wind?
Or fail at the roots, give up the ground, fall with a mighty

and resounding crash. But among stars, this tree in the forest
makes no sound. Not because there is no one to hear,

but because the heartbeat of a star, of a nebula,
lasts a million lifetimes. The light pulse of a super nova,

would not reach human eyes for millennia. Where would we be?
and in that grand scheme, what does it matter anyway?


Wow I got way behind this time didn’t I? Oops, oh well, I wrote a poem today and thought I’d share it. Inspired by scrolling Tumblr during a storm.


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Nouns, Colors, and Verbs out my Window

Trembling by the rain-black road –
white popcorn blooms jump and dive
as damp silver vans speed past.

Water in the fire pit stills after a breeze –
it shattered into wavering pieces the trees,
rippling beneath kisses of fallen leaves.

Birdbath, blue, is empty –
with a startle of feathers cardinal, red, complains,
departing into skies, grey with held rains.

Deep green spade leaves bob on their vines –
the ambitious squirrel rustles among them.
Death defying is the family business.

To dance with the dogwood –
one must listen to the wind,
learn freedom of mind, and looseness of limb.


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