awaken

crickets chirping.
a bird’s clear note.
a star-filled sky
slowly giving way
to the sun 
spilling pink into the horizon
reaching toward
ever more blue.
trees standing in silhouette
until the light infuses
every growing thing
and the air
whispers everything awake.
these, at least, are truth.

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Stand for Freedom

ours

We belong in this world.
We are the elk standing silent in the mountains
we are the wolf treading the darkness
the polar bear crossing the tundra
the geese winging the skies
the person walking the trail
the whale plying the oceans
the honeybee tasting the nectar.
We, we are the ones that belong here.

We belong in this world
and the world belongs to us,
not to governments or institutions or corporations,
it belongs to us.
And when those constructs
fail to serve, and worse, destroy,
we need to remember
who we are.
This world is ours.

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Stand for freedom

leaf on the tree

i am but a leaf on the tree
a petal on the flower
i am only one feather on the wing
what can i do
i feel the buffeting winds 
trace the sun’s inevitable path
abide in the falling rain
it is not enough to simply bear witness
as this strange scythe now makes its brutal swings
i do not wither and fall
but flutter with song
bloom with fierce color 
soar in defiance on the winds of spirit
i grow whole and full
abundant in my many dimensions
knowing i am essential 
for i am the weathered oak, the burgeoning lupine, 
i am the heron poised and ready at the river’s edge
i stand beyond the blindly grasping sweep
laughing
i am truth

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Stand for Freedom

blank page

How is it that this blank page
is the only refuge
the only safe space for retreat
beckoning with promise of shelter
a place to finally breathe
and find nourishment
to discover the nurturing mother
and know hope
resting even, perhaps, in delight
while the demons scurry about
in their unending, frantic parade

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Stand for Freedom

round the world


man would hold that sparkling orb
in his clasp of iron
to covet and to pillage
emboldened by
the might of his arm and voice
drawing on that glimpse of mind 
he espies from the shore
never cognizant 
those verdant greens and vibrant blues
are but the edge of all that matters
beautiful and resonant with 
joyful purpose

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Thank you once again to Eugi’s Causerie. This week’s prompt, “Round the World.”

Stand for Freedom!!

thunder

thunder rolling
as darkness slowly ebbs
toward a new day
low dark clouds smothering
the slumberous landscape
thunder growls as it advances
reaching into the soul
foretelling the rending winds
nothing safe in their path
the heaving destruction and pelting tears
the random bayonets of lightning
to leave behind an altered world 
swept beyond the grasping heart
laying bare what little remains
the broken shards and heaven-soaked terrain
to every possibility

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ready

all these years later
she can’t help but notice
those moments when
she is still ready to run
ready to flee at a moment’s notice
ready to hide
to shrink into invisibility
ready to cower placate apologize submit
to be silent
ready to protect defend shield
guarded always
as the shadows continue to ricochet through her life

and yet somehow
the one who wrought those sad reflexes
must carry even more damage and suffering
worse
whether consciously or not
must live with the knowledge of what they did
and the legacy that lives from it 
on so many levels

why do so many seem to spend
years and years of their lives in healing
and others spend those years
simply refusing to see 
their own desperate need to heal?

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Note: In writing the above, I couldn’t help but recall this one I wrote some years ago here.