Rememberance
I have a small, soft edged stone
in my little pocket.
It’s been there for sometime,
this feminine stone so gentle.
I sit and hold it in my right palm.
Perhaps the masculine in me
shall feel its soft voice,
this perfectly gentle rose quartz.
And I remember ….
I see you in my mind
as a tear falls from my watery eye.
Landing on my hand like a gift,
I see I am so blessed to have known you.
Fighting Sleep
I notice I can’t take my hands off the keys.
I want to write.
My body, who is clearly a separate entity
has other plans – and yet,
I want to be here in the rough and tumble
of the seeker’s life,
the writer’s sweat,
the poet’s playroom of deliciousness.
Am I still the inquisitive four year old
fighting the sleep?
Throwing feather pillows in the air?
If I am, my little heart has Loves to live
and passions to embrace…..
Perhaps now I have said it….
allowed it,
embraced it…..
maybe now I can leave my fight
and fly into my sleep of dreams.
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