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butterflies trapped in bottles

suffocate slowly

though heart denies doom

with hope chance changes

enough to be amazing 

surrendered

cirrhosis said sober physicians

single malt scotch softened family divisions

six months or small span of several years seemed synonymous 

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stars closer are enormous suns

stars further prove invisible

stars sometimes summon sadness

stars seem to move in self's orbit 

Listening

Attentive to birds
Despite highway din
A poet writes words
To find song within

No harsh background sounds
Subtract from sweet mind
How beauty abounds
To soften life's grind

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sea slapped,

she swam for shore

 & suffered suffocation

submerged with slippery fish

slight-of-hand could never capture.

i dreamed of more than everyday/ordinary drowning

sans all these oceanic sahara confrontations

where waves did more than whisper of wet flame

 & the end remained ever as contradiction unwritten.  

  

Bursts

Keys lettered white
   Create black upon beige page
Fashioned from light

Thought traverses hemispheres
   To hold hopefully receptive eyes

Love's length knows no boundary to contain
   Bursts of brevity which give description to everything 

Within heart there exist no scars or permanent stains

   And I am more than flame threatened by rain
A flow perfected/protected by beautiful change

Beauty's Vision

Dreams are brittle leaves
Subject both to breeze
And eager tight grip

Soft wishes of green
Seem stronger sometimes
Than gloomy stanzas

Heart holds an ego
Not to be denied
Beauty's pure vision

With grace more than word
And less than granted
Fair is attachment

Sky Speaks

Deep blue hue towards western skyline
With lighter colors on sunny side
Are welcome to vision as sweet sign
Renewal of day has not yet died.

Never absent often hidden heart
Sees such even at midnight most dark
Being more than memory of art,
And quiet knowledge of question-mark. 

Rain

It's been rainy. People keep describing the weather as nasty. There is nothing nasty about the rain. It can be inconvenient. It can cause you to rethink outdoor activities. But it cleans the world, and is necessary for vegetation. Sometimes I enjoy it.

I remember when I used to have to bicycle all those miles to work each day. More than once I would get caught in a downpour. Once in a while I'd see the storm in front of me, knowing it was something I had no choice but to travel through. Then I'd make it the other side, and feel a wondrous sense of accomplishment. Never once did the word nasty enter my mind. Not at the beginning. Not within the middle of it. And certainly not after I had crossed through it.