Phototropism…

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Phototropism

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The blanket

becomes too warm and itchy

wrapped tight,

the quiet

sounds loud

at night,

the walls in winter

close in

though framed

and bright–

Your spirit

cannot help but reach

for Light.

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Life: It’s all in the execution…

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Life: It’s All in the Execution…

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Seize the day

with its time to do everything

your way.

But alone is not what you wish,

alone

is not what you crave,

as you sip your organic T

missing the L.C.,

watching couples

in step,

some

lovers an arm’s length apart,

trudging

bickering

with sneers–

how much time

how many years?

A family with

tag-along kids:

mother

shrill, impatient

dad

head down

and you wonder

do they know

do they know what they have?

What they might salvage,

what they can save?

Appreciation

strained,

selfish is a state of mind.

But aloneness

is an execution

stayed.

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This month… may you find love or keep love, cherish love: reap love.

~ Lily

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Walk my way…

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Love Poems towards Valentine’s Day

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Implore Deux
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How could we
have been made so Loving
if not meant to Love?
It only stands to reason,
I nod to God Above.
And flailing, I seek my purpose,
restless and loveless both.
I wonder at how much grace I have,
and how much Hope.
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Noir 
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Tell me a story from your life
she said.
There is nothing to tell
said he.
I didn’t Live
until I met You.
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Ice
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Subzero
I should not be walking.
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Taut
my skin my face
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Sear
at the fingertips
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Walk fast walk fast
pick up pace.
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Snow hardened
on evergreen
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Like crystal
like lace,
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Warmth
in my little heart
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Smile
on my winter face.
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Phone a friend.

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Phone a Friend… 

(or: No Organic Red Potatoes Tonight)

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Find a friend

when dismal

is beginning to feel normal

walk

with friend

talk

because you need to do so

and likely so does she or he

and then

because you miss your social whirl and

sparkling dinners,

have dinner with your friend

and laugh,

laugh in the face of misery

say good-bye to lonely

smile to exercise all facial muscles

so there will be no atrophy

while your world realigns

as of course it will.

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Small gifts.

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Is this what it’s come to?

Happiness is

finding a perfect avocado

in the market,

contentment is

fridge and cupboards once again full,

or laundry done

and neatly folded?

Fun is the exhilaration

of a brisk walk

in sunshine,

crimson leaves dancing or

gold contrasted on dark bark?

Expectations down,

or life simplified,

appreciation found?

If I don’t want for much

disappointment abates,

if I don’t long for much

my heart patiently waits,

but as I walk fast

I beat pain I beat

a mortal enemy

and victorious in

the mirror I see

a small smile,

a gift to the world

in my simplicity.

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Life’s seasons: Fall

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The air is crisp

the leaves are fire

tread amidst

their cumulative insistence

and desire

I feel

I pray

I hope

someday

my Spring my Autumn

and summerlight

all come together

before Winter’s night.

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