Jubilee’s Stance

Crows have picked all sanctimonious bones from my husk, so over the hill

Doubts hurl about in the frenzy of drafty April’s afternoon

Theologians with their vestments of velvet billowing from the tundras

could never let their fibers flounder in the stance of this jubilee

This epiphany defies sectarian gospel

So much so, any shallow impetus…neither could not or would not, draw a rebirth improvisation from established misery

A sense of victory weaves as poetic vines in circles around the lies once fed

The earth does not grow beneath a prostrate bed

 

Where the Light and Dark Meet

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Where the light and dark meet…

a hidden trail.

And, it is there, I believe I am free.

My notions and ideals enhance under the ambiance of flowing greenery.

Life is embellished in…sights unseen.

But of course, I am not a consultant to nature.

An adviser to the woods, I will never be.

Still for a fleeting moment…I am free.

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Freedoms just another word for nothing left to lose…J. Joplin

an Elemental Rebirth

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Such like lamp-oil and sulfur from a wooden match.

Emerald blades of grass covet my senses.

The day is dawning…it has recently begun.

Life among the living is an overnight sensation.

An elemental rebirth.

This stipend for me?

A clinging, a wanting to be amid the earth.

The nature of things flows with a certain beauty that tangles with despair.

Only a small allowance that lets my mind repair.

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Rural Savior

Declining to the soil.

An unearthing is too soon a toil.

As the ravaged trees…breathe, ‘a sigh of relief.’

The ground embraces a reminder of a savior’s grace.

Alas, all emerges free.

As far as, I am privileged to see, there is no need for organized spirituality.

Pockets of snow remain the last vestiges …

Glacial reminders of being untamed.

Welcomed are the tufts of emerald blades, virgin and well-defined.

Rural…is the only thought that comes to mind.

 

If It Is All the Same

Just a stumble down the rabbit hole.

Hybrid expectations.

Hybrid connotations.

Milky, mixed, substances found in the earth.

Or, within a book.

Co-existing with rebirth, rebirth, rebirth.

Catalyst for a change?

For all one knows.

Careful, careless, creations of still-life in strife.

‘If it is all the same’ no organic notoriety for the change.

‘If it is all the same’ particles keep falling in the ‘race’ to maintain.

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