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Pluviophile

“…breathe in the new day…”

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Ploviophile

When falling out of sleep
and the land of gentle dreams
faint thoughts of despair for the world growing in me
the previous night turning me over
begin to fade as I step outside
to breathe in the new day

Like an emerging wave
from far away at sea ebbing
I think back to mere hours ago
as I lay awake in the night startled but not surprised at the least sound
inside my head growing
in fear of what my life
may have been or may be,
or even isn’t

Turning it over and over like a cat’s cradle yo-yo, again and again
hanging from a thread, spinning
I go deep in my mind’s eye dreamily
and lie down with wet leaves
where the wooded crane
surveys his beauty
on water’s reflection
nearby the company
of a great heron feeds languidly aptly taking
startled fish down in one swift gulp
I realize how quickly
all things can all change

Coming into peace
among where the wild things are
who do not tax their lives
with forethought
of grief nor ego
I come into the presence of once still water disrupted now by torrential rain and a nearby waterfall swelling down the hill
feeling it cool, soothing as it surrounds with persistent sound and determination
to rush to fill the stream below

I feel above me the day-blind stars
waiting for dusk with their light
shedding night cloak
hidden by storm clouds and heavy canopy of trees

For a time
I rest
in the grace of the world
and her perpetual nature
and am free

Cowboy Sexy

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shaking off dust on Stenson felt,
wiley and wooly,

feather ruffled but holding fast
lingering churned earth falls in plumes
kicked up by straddled bulls
meanadering now cowboys saunter in
to a bar room floor creaky,
pitched and worn,
gathering folk from near and far
lean in to bartenders weary from long hot summers and ornery gadabouts

turquoise laden,

his eyes blink slowly,
showing off lashes

longer than rope
meant for gathering virile stead
who pine for pastures and willing and obviously able,
he asks if the seat is taken

The Cremation of Care

“…they came to see the light…”

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Where spiders congregate
in forest deep
Redwoods see the trees
Through thickets thinned
a clearing made as glorious
Rings tossed in for dancing fares and
Gadabouts coming out to play
Shucking worlds’ roles of ruling robes
and cloaks of duty’s calling
they exhale forthwith exalted
Heard afar, a to-whit a-woo, oh who?
An owl carving carefully watches
perched precariously
on precipices of wiley limbs
steady talons tight
Wings spanning centuries wider
han ancient groves
Eyes open spying hunger for
growth satiating
Soon upon some say prey
stirring deep in thicket
Overlord is he
of then and now
and then again unfolding
Wisdom now surveyed
Swooping graciously gathering dust
then flitting off turning all to gold
Once upon a time once more
Settling within the
encampment
a branch on high lowered
Below between
dappled path
A creature begins to stir
Rising up through mire
sweet leaves’ erosion
Earth pushed aside
soft and cool and dark
Rich with promise
a creek runs babbling
On and on
about this and that
Overseeing all
whilst hearing everything of
nothingness of
Hysterical masses soothed by
A gathering brood
Collecting lost souls seeking
all for naught and night breaks
As pyres burn
temptation damned
Where spiders congregate
in forest deep
Redwoods see the trees
Through thickets thinned
a clearing made
Rings tossed in for dancing fares and
Gadabouts coming out to play
Shucking worlds’ roles of ruling robes
and cloaks of duty’s calling
they exhale forthwith exalted
Heard afar, a to-whit a-woo, oh who?
An owl carving carefully watches
perched precariously
on precipices of wiley limbs
steady talons tight
Wings spanning centuries wider
than ancient groves
Eyes open spying hunger for
growth satiating
Soon upon some say prey
stirring deep in thicket
Overlord is he
of then and now
and then again unfolding
Wisdom now surveyed
Swooping graciously gathering dust
then flitting off turning all to gold
Once upon a time once more
Settling within the
encampment
a branch on high lowered
Below between
dappled path
A creature begins to stir
Rising up through mire
sweet leaves’ erosion
Earth pushed aside
soft and cool and dark
Rich with promise
a creek runs babbling
On and on
about this and that
Overseeing all
whilst hearing everything of
nothingness of
Hysterical masses soothed by
A gathering brood
Collecting lost souls seeking
all for naught and night breaks
As pyres burn
temptation damned
souls resign their warrior state
Of this hidden earthly Valhalla
Illuminated from behind celebratory
shadows of power revealed
They came to see the moon.
They came to see the light.
Dancing under spectacle of moonlight wisdom and transforming
souls resign their warrior state
Of this hidden earthly Valhalla
Illuminated from behind celebratory
shadows of power revealed their true power.
They came to congregate.
They came seeking solace.
They came to frolic in celebratory manner.
They came to see the moon.
They,
like us all,
came to see the light.

Trainstation Traveller

“…no particular place to go…”

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Waiting for a train, she realized the more things stayed the same the more they changed. She had travelled so far across the land and was quite weary. Her valise covered with stamps from around the world sat at her feet.

Time slipped away not in mere moments but decades at this small station far from the city from whence she came. Afraid that the barking in her head about what regret really meant wouldn’t stop, she shifted her focus out on the platform.

Travellers shuffled with their leather bags with worn handles earthy toned slightly shifted from foot to foot. The weight of the world ran across the face of a young girl standing still among the crowd. She held in her hand a single thornless rose bringing it to her nose on occasion to cover the stench of coal and sweat. Her brimmed hat tilted awkwardly mussing her hair and would have gone unnoticed had it not been for her lifting the rose towards it and knocking it off. A young gentleman passing by in a long dark day coat swooped it up and handed it to her. She thanked him with a shy smile which lit up her face.

Just beyond the young girl stood a couple in a lover’s embrace saying their goodbyes. “No crying”, said the boy dressed in a soldier’s khaki uniform, “Keep the home fires burning, darling. I’ll be home before the blink of an eye” as he wiped away her tears.

The conductor called out “Allllllll aboard!!!” as the last stragglers climbed upon the steps to the cars lined up like a loyal brigade. They all were beginning an adventure of various sorts.

She sat still for the first time in ages in a state of peace as the train pulled away in a plume of steam and decided to wait to watch for the next arrivals. She had no particular place to go and that was fine. She was finally home.

California Zephyr

“…shaking ruminations loosely…”

Kjirsti S.Nicolaysen

Eyes gaze upon low riders on tracks winding and unknown vagabonds coming out to play bending precious pennies in hopes of fortune
graffiti sprawled across the silvery trails of life
trying it all over again
she eeks change
in her cozy berth
slowly
gathering
gumption
whistling plans once flawless and innocently lost
trekking off beaten paths from the curbs of dark as coal dust hitting the ground running
no boss here but death from an old life transforming like a wet butterfly
fresh and fancy free
rails and rods known to the conductor of tracks deep once in driven smoggy snow
jumping up lucky tired from
danger shifting into the crystal obsidian abyss finding solace in heart
shaking ruminations loosely and raw dropping
never stopping the toss down of internal strife
shaken from reservations and feats hurdled she breaks free heading up the road along the coast pacific
at meandering speed towards loving the end of the tunnel regardless of the light
eyelids heavy and raw from tears beginning to see a glow after darkest moments
riled and ready her life was then sitting upon the shelf patiently waiting for
her to only unveil herself to
new gracious hosts with welcoming arms she discovers new home sweet home and rebirth.

On the Verge of Bloom

“…you are a bouquet of various color…”

Kjirsti S.Nicolaysen
Sometimes we are on the verge of blossoming into a thousand flowers.

But we don’t waver in our discomfort of being seeds.

We are waiting. We are thinking, ”Maybe tomorrow. I’m quite busy right now doing the same unsatisfying things I have been doing for years. Yep, pretty busy. The sun will not bring me out of my shell”

Or maybe we are afraid of what will happen if we open up. We are afraid to leave a bad situation because we’ve forgotten what a good one even looks like for us.

We’ve gotten so used to a life surrounded by unhappiness that we’ve convinced ourselves it’s normal. After all, everyone else’s life looks like this, too.

Somewhere along the way we stopped believing in our own strength and beauty potential. We think we’ve lost it, or maybe it was never really there. Perhaps we will never be beautiful.

And worst of all, we’ve let someone else define who we are for us. We’ve lost who we are so we’ll believe whatever anyone else tells us, even if it makes us smaller…angrier. So we stay inside our shell.

There are not enough voices telling us the Truth. There are not enough voices to get through the mist that has gathered around our belief in ourselves. There is not enough nurturing to thrive.

Right now, let me be that encouraging Voice.

Right now, let me tell you: You have turned inward. You have been silent when you should have spoken up. You have hidden your dreams, your light, and your power. You have become fearful of your potential not manifesting. These things are not true. These are things you have believed for far too long. They are not who you can be.

You are your Dreams.

You are your Light.

You are your Power.

You are a bouquet of various color.

You are a Miracle waiting to happen.

You are a Blessing waiting to be bestowed.

You are an example of Truth waiting to be spoken.

You are a thousand Blossoms waiting to explode into colour, fragrance, delight and joy.

Don’t let anyone hold you back.

Yes, you have been buried.

Like all good seeds destiny it’s time to burst forth.

It’s time to open to the world, to the Sun and to your self.

You are on the verge

Of something

Astounding

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