Deforestation

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Can’t see the forest

for the family

trees, these black and blue

recessive genes; if I

fall in the shadows,

will anyone hear?

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Viewed, The Obscure

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The ghost of a blade

slices arteries deep;

whispering words can

scream heart-songs to sleep;

invisible flames

scorch as well as a blaze;

impalpable fog

can extinguish sun’s rays.

She Hides

ruffed grouse

 

She hides her soul from prying,

pulls invisibility

close, feathered mantle shielding

vulnerable organs. Should

strangers breach her barriers,

happen suddenly upon

her inner sanctum, retreat

protocols dictate complete

withdrawal, complete shut-down.

.

So when she hears her Maker’s

footsteps in the garden, she

freezes, terrified, lest His

x-ray vision spy her here,

naked; not comprehending

a Love without boundaries

or condemnation, she hides.

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This ruffed grouse didn’t understand that I meant her no harm, and beat a fast retreat. Is there a bond between her kind and mine, after all?

Between the Lines

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It’s true. Lines are

more prominent than

they used to be. But if

you will read between

.

them, you will enter

my world – dreams

and ever afters, knights

and clashes with wicked

.

tyrants, notes stashed

in bottles and tossed on

foreign shores. Between

these lines lies a

.

spirit-essence, a will,

a mind, a heart. Turn

the pages breathlessly

when suspense leaves

.

you hanging; linger long

where hope casts her

spell. Decode the jots,

decipher the plot

.

sketched out by

an author yet

unknown. Read me,

between the lines.

 

Broken…

These are some thoughts from a year ago today, continuing my anniversary tour. It’s interesting to look back on what was on my heart at a different time, different place…

Meanwhile, Melody Muses...

A crutch for your foot,

A cane for your knee,

I’ll sign your cast for your neighbours to see.

A mechanized chair

And a ramp for your door,

A tablet to take when your muscles are sore.

A stick when you’re blind

And an aid for your ear,

Glasses and lenses when vision’s unclear.

A band-aid for blood

And a note on your chart –

But what do I do when the hole’s in my heart?

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Invisible Woman

A year ago, this poem struck a chord with my readers. What are your thoughts today?

Meanwhile, Melody Muses...

Silent,

I slip among you –

The Invisible Woman.

I eat your food,

I laugh at your jokes,

I nod and smile at words

brittle as bones and nourishing as chalk.

Skinless,

I leak and stain

but your eyes perceive it not.

You see sunsets and flowers

and babies and happy endings

and paint over cracks with

an invisible brush.

I am from an ‘other’ world.

Silent,

I slip among you –

The Invisible Woman.

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Their White Elephant

Silence sits upon silence,

a mute accumulation;

minutes,

days,

months,

years,

a hush pervades them all.

He won’t acknowledge

the white elephant in the room,

so neither will she;

the stillness deafens,

the lulls clamour,

all resound

with secret censorship

that wails without sound in her heart,

pounds and crackles in his brain.

He looks at her with a nameless longing,

she cries noiselessly into midnight pillows –

but still, the stillness snags,

expanding the girth

of their

white elephant.

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