when the shadows
pass by
the cracks
of life
…the ones that tell the stories you forget…
can i be your wings?
© r.e.l. 4/21/12
image by s i m s h a
Posted for Poetry Picnic 4/22-4/29/12 on Gooseberry Garden
Month: April 2012
it. all. matters.
it all matters
my fragile soul broken, speaks
to me
hiding once…
don’t you realize that
we are already healed?
delicate you are, beautiful moment
elapsing yet not
your possibility never forgotten
saved in my heart, as you…
the flower that i pass
knows how to live
as time stops
in its waltz
it tells me–hide with me
in my competence
that needs no prestige
only being,
only tenderness
© r.e.l. 4/13/12
Posted for Poetry Picnic 4/15-4/22/12 on Gooseberry Garden
the edge of you
the edge of you… is deeper
because you have lived
beyond your tenacity
letting breathe
your heart, my pain
your strength, my tears
your solid form, my shattered intellect
© r.e.l. 4/11/12
image by s i m s h a
Posted for Poetry Picnic 5/6-5/13/12 on Gooseberry Garden
atoms
we are two atoms who have collided and will never be the same again having touched.
© r.e.l. 4/9/12
image of san francisco bay area fog in marin
my mystique
it would seem
that as it goes
there is no
color before the storm
we stand together, all good
with wonder
is there another way
that’s right
to shake my mystique?
speak to me now
in the only way
you know how
© r.e.l. 4/8/12
image by simeon schatz photography
Posted to Poetry Picnic 4/8-4/15/12 on Jingle Poetry
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