Looking Out

img_1174-2.jpgLooking out with weathered views I find there is much seen from places away from where I stand

The other window,  past the trees where the wind blows from the north is something else

     if I close my eyes and listen closely – I shiver and know.

I am blind though to the color of the eastern view from my western space

Looking out with simple delight– only with framed views I fear.

Photography via Julieallyn wordpress.com

Sick unto death

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It’s a damning process storing every thought , worry

tucked unfolded mostly

so the space feels empty, sterile to the curious.

No presence or joy

broken soul alone

though an open door of life nurtured love. 

No space for love or hate-tucked unfolded mostly,

muted and muffled by an unnatural shhhh…

 

Photo by Steve Garrington

The Beast

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I saw the Beast who bolted

through my safely tucked repose

and I heart racing with breath catching

awaken, now exposed.

Was he there from set of sun, joined in this space I slept?

Did I so warm this nightly Beast within my bed caressed?

I alone will wonder now as dusk blows through to day

what creature comfort darkens night and lays me down, I pray.

 

 

Photograph by Chris Johns