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after the rise comes the fall (#328)

when did I start writing
more about death
than about love?

notice the waves
leaving the shore
instead of breaking at my feet?

when did I give power to fear
instead of hope?

feel my breath escaping
instead of filling me?

when did I start counting the silences
between my heart beats?

look toward the shadow
rather than toward the sun?

will I ever let
Spring come again?

 
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Posted by on September 19, 2018 in new poetry

 

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Deciduous (#326)

It is easy to love a tree in Spring
Budded and budding
Showing you colors you are expecting
Or in Summer
All shade and soft smells
Or in Autumn
When they age with dignity
Trembling
With leaves dancing
Like couples who learned to waltz
50 years ago.

But in Winter?
Can you love a tree in Winter?
Overly thin
And awkwardly standing
Showing their skeleton
Like a hospital patient
With their gown unintentionally open.

The weather is cold.

The breath I have remaining
Fogs out of my mouth.

Will you love me
In this unforgiving Winter?

 
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Posted by on September 17, 2018 in new poetry

 

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