It’s a broken off piece of wing
on the ground before me.
It won’t fly or ever grow back.
It reminds me that I’m sad.
Grounded as I am in life,
a prisoner of my reality,
I cannot fly, I can not fly,
to escape my tragedy.
Blue sky, green blooms abound,
Colors of warmth and light,
yet I seek and have found
the colors of darkest night.
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I sensed you were near but I could not see you, I could not hear you, the warmth of your hug did not stir my soul, your insight into the human condition did not engage me – that day. Still, something, perhaps an undeveloped sixth sense, a probe into the twilight of my existence, something……
A cool moist breeze blows gently from the western sky, high clouds form overhead passing through the night. It is said a storm is coming. My little square of green tin twirls wildly in the wind, a clapper high on its string strikes the tubes who sing. A song is played for the storm. Kittens…
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