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Life Upon Lines
A pencil traces across a sheet of paper,
Creating lines, and curves,
Zigzags, and swirls.
Soon the lines will connect,
Forming images,
Sketches, and words.
Within these lines,
People,
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The Wind Blows
The wind blows,
Swaying the trees,
Making them speak,
And rustle.
The green leaves twirl,
And dance, along the branches,
Which seem to hum,
As the air rushes by.
They swing, and sway,
As if they are thinking, -
Golden optimism
The golden sun rises above the mountains,
Creating glimmers across the water
That look like smaller, brighter suns.
They dance and sparkle
Against the lake.
They jump and leap,
Creating a spectacle,
Beyond reality. -
Golden Sunshine
Warmth tingles my cheeks,
Like hot, golden sand is brushing across them,
Or as if tiny needles gently poke my skin.
The gentle heat relaxes me,
Like hot cocoa on a cold day.
It feels as if I’m being smothered by light, -
Bound With Possibilities
I look up at a night sky bound with possibilities,
Maybe life, maybe plants.
Perhaps a sea, filled with grass and flowers,
Or a mountain range, made entirely from water.
Could it be a planet just like our own, -
Stories and plots unraveling
Fresh open pages,
A musty old smell,
Etched onto paper, lie stories unravelling,
Adventures untangling,
A break from reality,
A mirror to your life.
Opportunities opening up,
New perspectives being handed to you,
Loves
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Happiness
Happiness is a cup of tea
Steeped to bitter perfection
It is humming along to a favorite melody
Slightly off key (as usual)
Happiness is a sad smileShared with an old friend
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Her Highness Orders Her Favorite Meal
Half a turkey burger
add cheese
I want salad and fries
plus ketchup
and a cup of buttered noodles
because why should I have to choose
are you writing this down?
A drink, yes
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Not just mud season
High of fifty four degrees
That was yesterday
T shirt skiing and I packed shorts
In the bottom of my backpack
High of twenty seven
That’s today
Maybe a t shirt
Later
But I walked to the mailbox
