Tag Archives: Love

In Sickness – Three Steps

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1.

winter came early

this year to me

and to so many

others counting

the dead ones

holding tight

to a thin opening

of breath whistling

almost in an out my

house old all of a sudden

2.

I do repeat I love you

to my self five times

at day more really

because it helps

my lungs relax

I feel larger

than life

simply

saying

to myself

I do love you

hold on tightly

3.

all shall pass one day

not today maybe

please not

today

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Chapel of the 1348 -1478- 1576-1930 Plague, Italy.

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Tomorrow I Won’t Forget

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I move a strand of hair

away

from my face hanging there

for too long

as I didn’t want to remove

you when

I found too many bottles

empty

outside in the trash cans your words

lies

crawling up obscuring my

mind

as my heart knew nothing

but love

then

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Tomorrow is International Day For The Elimination Of Violence Against Women and I won’t forget my yesterday.

Sunny Awakenings

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was dreaming of

sunny awakenings

sweet cuddling and words

few – tight together

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was getting out to say

good morning – gratitude

will not fail me

a smile in spite

of everything

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I will hold

happiness

between

my hands

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Winter Delving

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today too I went
to dig the winter
iced ground I had some
tears I could not let out

they were there like the
worm holes I saw
in the lumps I upturned

there are some things
I do not understand

about mankind
the worms were gone
hiding safe the dirt

just laid there perforated
all its holes not visible
before now looking up
to the sky under my eyes

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Pick Me Up

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peaceful the dust
lingers on my shelves

I touch books thrown
back in time where

is all that mind
knowledge gone

the people that
walked with me

transmuted no
stone left unturned

no thing left the same
I let dust be as

my eyes scan spines
bleached by the

sunlight come
god pick me up

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This Whisper

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I write hesitantly

as if scared to feel

too much as if afraid

to make noise

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to intimidate

the graciousness

of this whisper past

my ears past my mind

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I got there somehow

once more afraid

to be cast away

when I was it

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The Birds Trills

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just before
I breathed in I was
breathing out

I run to this
place to be with you
you seem aloof

to life or to give
anything out afraid
even to receive

I play with the birds
trills as people rush
home from work

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This poem is part of the collection California Notebooks 02 

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