A poem

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Will you allow my words
to touch you?
Penetrating below the skin

Might they have impact?
Might you let them in?

I want my words to be worn like skin
For nothing at all to remain
unspoken

Words can be stuffed away
in silence
Or melt like ice
permeating your everything

Words can be used as if a right
They can be weapons
Or balm for the skin
A beacon
clearing darkness for sight
Icicle tipped branches
whispering to the sky from within

I want my words to disrupt you
For you to wear me like skin
A porous protective covering
I can slip right in

Breathe & Be Still

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Or is it plummeting?

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Isolation is an extreme
form of dissonance
— however bliss —
it is to remove myself
from all of this…
this peopleness
this revved up society
this competitiveness

Tune out the world
with earbuds
breathe in the smog
highlight the self
in neon bold magenta
not to be mistaken
for somebody else
not to get lost amidst the trees
forget the stars
bring on the fog lights

— though woods were not meant to be seen through
but perceived —

I prefer lichen to resin
one promotes growth
and the other disease

Breathe & Be Still ©2023

If this theme on mutuality (aka: harmony with nature) interests you then you may also appreciate:

Thank you Franco Amati for hosting these words (and photos) on Scuzzbucket.

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Free Verse

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What is one to do when the muse becomes
nothing more than an illusion?
Were I to give up my grip
on this fantasy
shall I continue to exist
or might I rise to the truth
of my insignificance?

How real am I without your reflecting glance?
That all of me kinda person I want to be — I’m afraid — will cascade into obscurity without your affirming grace.

What’s it really matter though
when all you see is you and I see me?

a mere collision of false realities

Aren’t we to own the mirrors of our mothers
eventually? What might it be like
to step beyond this frame and just be?

Breathe & Be Still ©2022

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Letting it flow just as it needs to

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Thirst
Cos everything’s
Gone numb
Nerve endings
Rubbed raw
Emotions eject
The person
I am
Parachuting over
Mt. Oblivion
Pulsations poising
For impact
A traceless fall
Dopamine
Pumping through
My brain
Give me more
Give me more
Pleasure than pain

(Pause. Breathe here)

The very muscles that propelled to victory
have seized upon me a grief of inability

(Pause. Breathe here)

Let the salty warmth flow down these cheeks
Compassion rise up in the form of space
You are love
You are openness
You are here instead
May you settle into peace my friend
While savoring that sugar n’ sunshine
To make me feel alive again

Breathe & Be Still ©2022

For an inspiring read on finding grace within the stillness please check out Viraji Ogodapola’s In The Stillness.

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