Daily decay’s
Raging presence
Death’s fragrance
Fills me deeply.
Then that morning’s
Ragged breathing,
Brutal truth of
Impending silence.
Category: Poetry
Kites
Air moving with grace
Bright colors dance lightly now
Resisting still air
Terror to Power
Letters assembled
Upon page or bright screen
Terror to power
Compassion
Gentleness descends
Compassion’s greatness saves me
Branches bloom anew
Thanks
My great readership
Creates in me happiness
Delight in sharing
Flowing
Force directing things
Little impedes progress
Thus motion, nearly continuous,
Captures my attention
Pulls me close
I cannot escape the
Pleading gaze
My choices speak
To life’s future
Me.
Compassion’s Call
Compassion’s call loud
At the center of my life
Spring’s gentle rains calm
Achoo!
Pollen’s brutal quest
Tear my sinuses apart
A sniffling mess
And Finally Sunday
This day of resting
Rejuvenating our beings
Again preparing
Saturday Calls
Outside beckoning
Summoning us towards action
Joyous rigors: life
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