Sitting
Tall stool
Metsl tsble
Vice gripping
My victim
Bending
Shaving
Scraping
Demanding
It fit into
My will.
Resistance
Solid
We find
Detente,
This soul
Longing
For the
Trees
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Sitting
Tall stool
Metsl tsble
Vice gripping
My victim
Bending
Shaving
Scraping
Demanding
It fit into
My will.
Resistance
Solid
We find
Detente,
This soul
Longing
For the
Trees
Memories motion
Drifting about my psyche
Within the rain and fog
On the edge of dreams
I can see your eyes, briefly
Sadly, time’s mists win


Leaves upon the ground
Echos of summer fading
Memories remain
Many memories
Explosions of brilliant colors
So much has faded
Now I’m awake
The cool air
Through my window
Very welcome
Reminders of
Times along
The coast
Blessed sea breeze
Lacking the scent
Of the sea
No ocean crushing
Sound for my ears
An incompleteness
That my soul
Longs to complete

Memories come
Unbidden
Ghosts of my youth
Painful moments
Choices I’ve made
But not understood
There’s wisdom there
Not just misery
Forgive the boy
That I was
And see inside
My heart
Now I understand
My internalized mind
Echoes of fears and failures
This early spring morn

Sunlight has climbed out
The forces of daytime surge
Hints of blessed nights

As the darkness falls
Light echoing the day’s joy
Fading to slumber