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Literature
A Feetsday Limerick
Two dragons who flamed and who flailed
had a friendship that always prevailed
they celebrated feet
and had nachos to eat
and of superheroes they regaled.
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Literature
Stretch
The ocean has admitted to me
that she would be deeper if she could,
and that the mountains
aspire to be clouds.
She said that the peaks
had dipped their fingertips in snow,
some of which they'd stroked from the sky;
she said it helps them feel taller,
with a peachfuzz cape
ornamenting their shoulders.
And she said that she has made
an unholy bargain
with the rolling lava
beneath her bed;
it can touch her toes
and she can discover what it feels like
to be dry.
I asked the ocean why she would do such a thing.
She said,
"I want to be something more."
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Literature
30: The Small Things
There is hope
in the small things -
I look for the edge of day,
skimming the butter-colored
dawn, rosy-cheeked
and vibrant;
There is a plant on my dresser,
subtly supple
as it clings to the water
that I too often forget to give;
In my heart I carry
the love of another
and that tethers me as I swing
from the pages of my life;
A child is giggling
at a leaf sailing by
and I remember that
joy is sometimes more of a choice
than anything;
I can never seem to keep
the encroaching mob of mess
in my room at bay,
but I have a room and a bed
and the debris is a reminder
that I have been too busy living;
I think of redwoods,
who face rolling stone
and roiled seas,
but who stand tall
because of those around them;
If I am restlessly pondering
the ceiling,
who entices the sleep away from me,
I see the brightness of headlights
that remind me that I am not alone.
And I remember,
through each of these
beautiful mundanities,
that there is something more.
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Literature
29: Lucky
There are three words
that are only ever said
to very singular people -
those whose lives
complete the story
of my own.
Their names are written
delicately on my heart,
and each glows a little brighter
with every breath of their name.
And there is one person
whose soul is inscribed
deep in mine,
and to whom I have the privilege to say daily,
"I love you."
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28: Twenty-seven
Twenty-seven years
later, a storm sends tribute
to a vibrant love.
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27: Counting Down
One more day wishing
for snooze buttons and sunshine -
come soon, 5-o'clock.
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Literature
26: So Here's Thirteen More
I don't think you can
ever write too many words
about your puppy.
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Literature
25: Corncobs
We needed a respite from the rain
and so we explored the
dimples on each other's
faces with fingertips that fit
perfectly in the
curve beneath your smile
and we basked in the quietness
of the wind stilling the night
and stirring the rafters above
and we talked of anything
and laughed at the
simplicity
of the kernels of joy
tickling our hearts.
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Literature
24: Silver Lining
Again
the rainy night
reflects my mood
but you
are the glistening
of light
on the puddles.
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Literature
23: Stardust
The metal is still warm in my hands -
its molten core
still settling
from its birth.
The artful curl
of this protoplanetary shard
seems as if it has just
fallen from
an iron-clad branch.
Every hammer strike
and the coals of the forge
have created a tribute
to the dust from which they came -
There is life silhouetted
in the glow of the embers
and the trees bask
in the breathless hue of the sky,
tempered by the fire setting
93 million miles away.
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Literature
22: Two Halves of a Bigger Whole
Zeno understood the
notion of sharing -
that love gives
and gives
from both sides of a
cardioid,
until everything has been given
and until there is everything left
to give.
A heart divided
between two souls
has become more,
and ignites the fuse
of charity asymptotically
approaching infinity.
I love and love and love
and each time
the space between us
yields more depth
of our story.
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21: Better things to do
I've never been able
to keep my room clean
I pile and pile and pile up
my lackadaisical life;
piece by piece
I am reminded of all of the
memories
for which I've sacrificed
a corner of my floor.
This is my scrapbook.
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20: When's Bedtime?
There is so much more
to be done in twenty-four
hours but i'm tired.
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19: Pemaquid
The granite is smooth,
but calloused
from the sea.
I can grip it
with my bare toes,
and I am rooted to the ocean floor
a thousand miles away.
The sentinel on the hill
has seen the water come up
to his feet,
and has held hands
with the fog.
He stands,
quietly waiting
to illuminate the night.
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18: Chessy
Warm heartbeat against
my hands holding her tiny
breaths nestled so close.
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17: Moons Beneath the Water
Sleeping fish drift in
the currents and the bubbles;
slumbering ballet.
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MAZZZZZZZZZZ
Artist | Hobbyist | Varied
United States
my favorite smells include hotels, books (and bookstores and old libraries), freshly printed things from commercial copiers, rain, matches, and rental cars.

i hate dump trucks, useless noise, and improper grammar (but poetic license lets me play with the rules if i want to).

i believe that the best parts of any video game are the glitches.

i usually prefer any form of public or mass transportation to getting somewhere on my own.

my dream jobs include: milk truck driver, florist, and cross-country tractor trailer driver. i am, however, currently an environmental engineer.

i'm an environmentalist, facultative vegetarian, oboist, Catholic, scifi/fantasy fangirl, amateur astronomer, engineer, and science buff who occasionally writes poetry.

i never edit any of my poems beyond the time they are created. i believe that raw inspiration should not be refined; it should be beautifully presented in the manner it comes. anything else is not of the moment.

pax et bonum :heart:
Interests
Well at times it wasn't pretty (and at times I got lazy and tired), but I made it through and wrote 30 poems in 30 days!  So here they all are in order:
1: ShorelinesThere are shorelines
of ice
still grasping the edges of the roadways
with cinders under their fingernails.
I drive by them,
these waves shriveled in time,
catching too much of
the effort to stay afloat
in their wake.
I miss the seafoam that kissed the grass
and glowed beneath the sun,
but beneath the murky remnants
crocus corals are blooming.
2: Eloping with the SunSundays are for whims,
for letting your body clock
set its own alarm,
so you wake up to the sun
at half-past that smudge
on your bedroom window -
for reveling in the day
being the day,
and in you being
curled up in your pajamas
until well after lunchtime -
for breathing in the daylight
streaming through the afternoon
and wondering
who needs a treadmill
when there are days like this?
Sundays are for chasing the cloudless sky
through the trail by the covered bridge,
and talking about soup and silly things
with passerby.

3: Snooze ButtonIt's 8:30 and
I have a pile of laundry
waiting for me at home,
and a reasonable bedtime waiting for me
after that.
But I'm not fond
of leaving your arms right now
and so I think I'll hit snooze
on responsibility
and snuggle with you
a little while longer.
4: On the Sound of RainThere are windchimes
singing
as raindrops ghost past them –
the serenade for the fog
that the trees have pulled close to their bark.
The hushed regality
speaks to the heartbeat of the earth;
this is a time to breathe
in time with the clouds,
as they sigh and wistfully
rest wishes
on the ground below.
And the forest smells of renewal,
the clean coolness
following the distant cracks of thunder,
and closer by,
the pavement echoes
the sylvan petrichor.
Nature’s lullaby
subdues passerby
and worries hang suspended,
kneaded away by the rain.
5: PermutationsI am so ready for
bed.
I am so ready
for bed.
I am so
ready for bed.
I am
so ready for bed.
I
am so ready for bed.
6: WeightlessI'm watching three little birds
feathering their way
around the holly bush out front -
they look like leaves
blown in a sudden breeze,
like light bouncing
off a stirring pond.
I let the day flow by;
water is not something
you can hope to catch,
and today's current
can only reel me in
if I let go.
And so I'm floating,
fluffed up on the swallows' wings,
and greeted by the warmth
of an iridescent sunset.
7: Space HeaterThere's a certain coolness
that lingers on my shoulder
when I am apart from you;
I am aware
of the spaces within my atoms,
the smallest of infinities,
the wishes that you were by my side.
The cold used to be cozy,
nestled in blankets with
my dog curled on my feet,
but now it is the lack of you
that leaves me longing for warmth.
For tonight,
I'll settle beneath my sheets
and snuggle with my dog,
but there is still that curve in my spine
that waits for you to make whole.
8: 60 Beats per MinuteEvery
second
there is love
flowing through my veins –
the rhythm of
compassion surpassing
the thought of self.
The same boundless light
that radiates from your heart
lays the downbeat gentle
upon mine,
and you and I weave an
iridescent duet.
Our laughter chimes
along the brook by the covered bridge,
and within the chorus
of a summer nighttime breeze,
and through the music of our lives.
You are a masterpiece,
golden gossamer glowing
around the hands that bring harmony
to humanity,
and diamonds gracing
the center of your soul.
You are the melody
I hear in my heartstrings,
the very staff
upon which I am written.
So play on, maestro –
the concert is just beginning.
9: Work, Work, WorkToday I am staring
at the same word repeated
down a too-long spreadsheet
and I don't think it's a word anymore:
Complete, complete, complete.
And this mundanity replete
is the gears of the clock -
constant, constant, constant -
that forge(t)s away
the hours of my day.
10: VernalI am the equinox.
I pull the stars towards me at
465 meters per second,
grasping and gasping -
basking
in the radiance.
I sit,
wide-eyed child,
bewildered by the wild
wildernesses
of a hundred billion stars,
and I look and I look and I
fall with wonder into their
pinpricks dabbling my skin,
and I can feel them inside me.
If I close my eyes,
I can see the colors blooming within,
and the nebulae have rained down
into the flowers crinkled
between my toes.
I breathe in the universe balanced,
teetering on the tip
of an exhalation.
I am ready for the light.
11: Rolling PinSucking on a lemon
drop, bluebird lies chirping with
the croaking frogs whose truth
rumbles through the night
unseen by anyone but
stars can only twinkle if they
laugh along the gravity
wells up in their souls and holds them down
to earth a billion light
years brilliant, teeming
with teams of ideas
brimming over the canopy where
dewdrops dangle down
and wait for the sun to
rise up with the birds.
12: No one likes the vetIt's been a long day
for a little fur baby -
she snoozes, half-moon.
13: GethsemaneStay awake with me
as my friends have succumbed, you
faithful flowers watch.
14: SilenceThe earth is hushed,
muted beneath the weight
of all that was wrong
with the world.
The sun shines but
dazedly so,
halfheartedly giving light
to the darkness.
There is a silence
in my heart
as I watch the afternoon
become the night.
And there is a sacredness
in the quiet,
in the stillness of the Heart
waiting to beat again.
15: RebirthIn the night's darkness
shrouded by the waiting tomb,
a light is kindled.
16: ReposeThe dawn illumines
the pristine tomb unshrouded
and the stone's repose.
17: Moons Beneath the WaterSleeping fish drift in
the currents and the bubbles;
slumbering ballet.
18: ChessyWarm heartbeat against
my hands holding her tiny
breaths nestled so close.
19: PemaquidThe granite is smooth,
but calloused
from the sea.
I can grip it
with my bare toes,
and I am rooted to the ocean floor
a thousand miles away.
The sentinel on the hill
has seen the water come up
to his feet,
and has held hands
with the fog.
He stands,
quietly waiting
to illuminate the night.
20: When's Bedtime?There is so much more
to be done in twenty-four
hours but i'm tired.
21: Better things to doI've never been able
to keep my room clean
I pile and pile and pile up
my lackadaisical life;
piece by piece
I am reminded of all of the
memories
for which I've sacrificed
a corner of my floor.
This is my scrapbook.
22: Two Halves of a Bigger WholeZeno understood the
notion of sharing -
that love gives
and gives
from both sides of a
cardioid,
until everything has been given
and until there is everything left
to give.
A heart divided
between two souls
has become more,
and ignites the fuse
of charity asymptotically
approaching infinity.
I love and love and love
and each time
the space between us
yields more depth
of our story.
23: StardustThe metal is still warm in my hands -
its molten core
still settling
from its birth.
The artful curl
of this protoplanetary shard
seems as if it has just
fallen from
an iron-clad branch.
Every hammer strike
and the coals of the forge
have created a tribute
to the dust from which they came -
There is life silhouetted
in the glow of the embers
and the trees bask
in the breathless hue of the sky,
tempered by the fire setting
93 million miles away.
24: Silver LiningAgain
the rainy night
reflects my mood
but you
are the glistening
of light
on the puddles.
25: CorncobsWe needed a respite from the rain
and so we explored the
dimples on each other's
faces with fingertips that fit
perfectly in the
curve beneath your smile
and we basked in the quietness
of the wind stilling the night
and stirring the rafters above
and we talked of anything
and laughed at the
simplicity
of the kernels of joy
tickling our hearts.
26: So Here's Thirteen MoreI don't think you can
ever write too many words
about your puppy.
27: Counting DownOne more day wishing
for snooze buttons and sunshine -
come soon, 5-o'clock.
28: Twenty-sevenTwenty-seven years
later, a storm sends tribute
to a vibrant love.
29: LuckyThere are three words
that are only ever said
to very singular people -
those whose lives
complete the story
of my own.
Their names are written
delicately on my heart,
and each glows a little brighter
with every breath of their name.
And there is one person
whose soul is inscribed
deep in mine,
and to whom I have the privilege to say daily,
"I love you."
30: The Small ThingsThere is hope
in the small things -
I look for the edge of day,
skimming the butter-colored
dawn, rosy-cheeked
and vibrant;
There is a plant on my dresser,
subtly supple
as it clings to the water
that I too often forget to give;
In my heart I carry
the love of another
and that tethers me as I swing
from the pages of my life;
A child is giggling
at a leaf sailing by
and I remember that
joy is sometimes more of a choice
than anything;
I can never seem to keep
the encroaching mob of mess
in my room at bay,
but I have a room and a bed
and the debris is a reminder
that I have been too busy living;
I think of redwoods,
who face rolling stone
and roiled seas,
but who stand tall
because of those around them;
If I am restlessly pondering
the ceiling,
who entices the sleep away from me,
I see the brightness of headlights
that remind me that I am not alone.
And I remember,
through each of these
beautiful mundanities,
that there is something more.
  • Listening to: The American toads singing outside
  • Reading: The Beekeeper's Apprentice
  • Watching: Doctor Who
  • Playing: Project Gorgon
  • Eating: Nothing at the moment
  • Drinking: Water

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