Poetry

running.fast

it’s not like before
i’m running faster now
it’s not a saunter
nor a stroll
i’m running a sweet 10K

a dream telling story
opening and closing doors
white winged secrets fly
a feather i possess

awakened i wander
remembering the run
through a thick forest

on my way
to there

being here, i’m there


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Poetry

window wandering

idling in neutral
waiting for the quiet of sunrise
within the wake and sleep

I see you all
wanting to tell your story

leaving the door open for you
they all wandered in

it is the quiet
where I hear you, see you
in the turbulence of wind

surrounded by the light and dark
you stood silent, waiting
for me

I’m here
in these moments
listening

poetress ponderings… passing from one world to the next… we’re all still connected… from one room to the next… 100 yards, or a million miles into space… the heart ponders these things as our love ones move forward on their journey from here….

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