Tumbler of Forgotten Notes

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How transcending…

Wonderful moments, historic and sweet.

Then emotions fell into retreat.

A repugnance…cast its shadow on me.

When I misplaced the lesson plan.

Love had learned to mis-handle all that I had believed.

An unmarked headstone.

As if, I were a character in an ancient mystery.

Crude bones.

An uninvited tombs became my destiny.

Confinement may not have killed me.

But strength was hard to find.

It is never far to travel…

When the last plan is to lose your mind.

Shy, as the memories we hide in our reflection.

Loveliness appeared as, hectic as a tumbler of forgotten notes.

A lover to the fears I had buried over the years.

And, as my fortunate teller, pressed a delicate finger to my parted lips.

Just a few words…

‘Love is a lesson that gives and gives.’

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to What Women Say

I believed in what was said

Thou I wished I accepted less of everything

This book of gospel seeping into rabbit holes

Trifle left accept gritty, grains of falsehood

Reeling from inclement pavement

Reeling from obedient hearsayfeet on the beach

My becoming, a clay footprint, fragile, breakable when placed upon such an erroneous display

My first impression out…

A caged animal sedated nonetheless alert

Second step…

casting the shackles away

to which I held the original key…to what women say

 

 

Cleaning Windows

Typical mid winter’s bane…

reflections…running, fracturing, snapping from restraint.

A sideshow for those wanting truth.

To live in the veneer of fragments…

To live behind the mask.imageedit__2260561708imageedit_3_6335659671

24 Hour Relief

 

So fortunate am I?  I am so fortunate that I forget.  Lucky enough to live in mostly wilderness.  Lucky enough to forget each and every walk I take (which is 355 days a year) can have either little significance…or, all the importance in the world.

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Stop…Ruth, breathe in through the nose…breathe out through the mouth.  Enjoy one moment.  One single, minute, slice of slowing down.  Look up, look down, look within!canvas-print-with-gratitude-quote

Look at every piece of damaged goods, or as I like to say, damaged beauty.  It will offer new perspective on all ills and pains, I have.

Listen…to all that is not said!  Listen with mouth shut and arms wide open!

P.S.

It is a falsehood to believe we will ever be here, in this spot, again!