Focus

Ephemeral haze

Clear lines

Color and shape

Still draw the eyes

What is it to focus

To destroy the impression

With crisp clear facts

Outlining a true shape

Sharp edges

And mystery dispelled

Only to discover

The next ephemeral haze

Sprung

A little nugget

Wedged within

The sliver of space

Between

A rock and a hard place

Swelling with moisture

A crack in the opening

Rooted and growing

Emotions flowing upward

And outward

Emanating loveliness

A joyful play of colors

On a lonely stretch of road

A meeting of kindred spirits

Overlooked but not forgotten

What has sprung there in the darkness

But the renewal of hope vanquishing

The forlorn heart with love and understanding

This is how we grow, darling

In a tight spot

Sunlit

Surrounded

In the daylight hours

On sun drenched streets

I am surrounded

Where I once walked

A solitary path

What beauty held

In bunches

Vied for prominence

Against a single bloom

And won

Altering

my arm guards the tender place

there is pain

my body lists a little to the side

bending and curving around what hurts

habits forming with thought and without thought

moving crookedly now

a soreness that will ease

perhaps

with time and attention

these are the obvious and expected

reactions to physical wounds

where does my mind bend around a tender spot

is it camouflaged deftly

preventing awareness from tending those

heart wounds

like a garden to pluck the weeds

like a garden to turn the soil

like a garden to compost last year’s crop

like a garden to grow healthy vegetables

like a garden to grow medicinal herbs

like a garden to grow beautiful flowers

the potential is there

but I must walk through the garden gate

maybe rusted shut

hinges needing to be replaced

so it does not scrape the ground

I gather the tools

I let down my guard

the only time to begin is now

and always

closed green wooden gate
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Hearts and Stone

They hang like chimes

Those hearts dangling over earth and stone

To hear their song in the hushed morning mist

Singing tales of brokenness and healing

Is to wander wonderingly into a pinpoint light

Soft and warm against the cool, hard texture

Of stone

Is to remember being wrapped in your arms

In a way that hasn’t happened yet

In a way that may never happen

Except in the floral chimes

Suspended

Protected

Swaying beautifully

Lit from within

Let us soften love

And meet one day on the path

Through fog and forest

Let us soften love

Until the light of us

Becomes one

As the stone blossoms

And hearts softly sing