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The road slowly curves
following the shapely
silhouette of the sea

To follow the black
noxious tarred surface
into another day

Unimaginable torment
waiting around that bend
street lights blaring

Below is the deep dark sea
cool inviting solitude
beckoning me home

Anger cures all
wipes away the pain.
Pain of separation, loss,
betrayal and heartache.

A boiling hot inferno,
rage sterilizes emotions.
Obliterates the incapacitating,
overwhelming misery.

Resentment cuts deep both ways,
amputating the infection.
Relieving the bearer
of the life-leaching agony.

Tears sizzle, evaporate
beneath the onslaught
of molten vehemence,
monumental eruptions of temper.

Fury soothes the tempest,
shrinks the heart,
takes it to a safer place.
Anger cures all.

When I die
may butterfly wings
whisk me away
on a whisper of wind

May they find me
among my flowers
a spade in my hand
and a smile on my face

I wish that sadness
not permeate the joy
and beauty of nature
I was blessed to find here

Allow me to rest beneath
the hallowed ground of
Mother Earth herself
until the very end of time

That I may give back
all that she has given me
And so when I die may
they find me in my Garden

Days filled
with waiting
Nights hold only
dread

Weeks slip into eternity
Months flip by
with waning
curiosity

Time heals all things
distance provides
Gratuitous bouts of
indifference

I remain unhealed
in time and all things
Indifference breeds
non-sustainability

Emerge night
bearing my heart
a steep climb
with flashes of sanity

On the verge
hanging over the bow
depths of despair
life a mystery – misery

When dreams clash
and a grain of reality slides between the bond forged within you
What then?

There you are as you are
on the other side of the world
adventure and intrigue

Doing what you do day to day
and night after night while
I am at home tucked in tight

Here I am and here I stay
on my side of the world
much too far away

Pursuing my dreams
reading and writing
and blogging with friends

Wondering if you think of me
on the wind when the moon’s emerged
and a breeze blows in off the ocean

I think of you – eyes to the stars
watching Venus and Mars
chase old Sol back into the sea

I think of you sailing away
as the man in the moon
comes out to play

I think of you – always

When too much is not enough
when not enough is too much
As distance separates us
as separation distances us

A life without is lonely and alone
a lonely and alone life is without
A home barren of love is
a love at home left barren

Darkness without light suffocates
darkness lit by brightness breathes
Days turn into weeks to empty months
days emptied into longevity turn dark

The teapot boiling into a tempest
the tempest melting the teapot
Chaos confined breeds creativity
chaos unconfined creates chaos

When is too much not enough
when is not enough too much –

Sweet little Honeycup
how graceful you arch
your lovely red stems
Your waxy leaves
so colorful
in Fall and Winter too

A rare and special shrub
are you when flowers
dispel with their
scent of anise
A beautiful plant
you continue to be

Your name taken
from one even lovelier
than you
She wore you always
in her hair so named
she was Queen Zenobia

Tricky and prolific
spreading into artful mounds
Your colors are so varied
more than this small poem
could hope to carry

When first we met
your brilliance shown
bright white and effervescent
Then next to you a cousin or two
shone out in yellow pearl-essence

Around the corner stacked high
and low pink, purple and red
could everywhere be seen
Too many to even try to choose
in fact there were even some green

It came to past that I could
only choose one Yarrow plant
to take home that day
Instead I picked a pack of seeds
went through the line and paid