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Appreciate the little things and you can make a start
~~♡~~
Stop and smell the roses
You'll have flowers in your heart!
 Apr 2020 Ann M Johnson
Sourodeep
Above this cloud of madness
flows a gentle cool breeze
drifting  away all the sadness
striped butterflies flapping at ease

sound of the waves are heard
once suppressed by the chaos
rhythmic crashing no longer weird
silent therapy broken by the gentle dose

If only one drowns deep can one taste
the salt can be the much needed sweet
where there is no emotion to waste
and only generous soul to greet.
More lonely writing sitting by the window.
We are nothing without love
Ships lost at sea without their sails
With life's bitter storms soon too come
We need love above all else

We are nothing without love
Too steep the hill too hard the climb
Too late to grasp what is to come
As we succumb to life's mudslides

We are nothing without love
An empty train on a dead-end track
At the end without reverse
With no way to make it back

We are nothing without love
An unmade bed with no rest
Those that are left, toss and turn
With only dreams of love instead

We are nothing without love
Abandoned buildings, emptiness
Demolition soon to come
We are nothing without love
~explaining light to the blind~


~for Suzy~

the insanity of even attempting

who among us, the sighted,
has the capability to clarify
an animate inanimate,
an untouchable invisible,
that can be folded, bent,
travel universes unseen
at its own chosen speed,
even to another sighted

and to the blind...

imagine then light
as something that
be recognized from the inside only with
in- sight

~think of the continuum from
warmth to steel furnaced heat,
that is an element of what is light,
the sun cheek kissing, the furnace of chests
when you grasp another’s body first time

think of light as water,
the faucet spigot a measured pouring,
that can overshoot, the stream behind the house,
a toe tickling masseuse caress,
a dam’s waterfall endless crashing,
a sea, wave licking sudden raging dangerous

blend these sensations that belong to all,
and you’ll know light better than most,
indeed, light is for those who cannot vision
except from the inside with a sight that can be
touched, felt, imagined, and which the sightless
command better than us ordinary thoughtless

indeed light is as simple to understand as
  abc,
which you have never seen, but creates the words
that we all
use
even share
~
I only dream at night
When I'm fast asleep
It's in broad daylight
Where my dreams can't see
As they look
All around
At the sights
At the sounds
That is when I see
That I lose my dreams
all bug-eyed and blank stared
i see you too have been there
around people that don't care
it's something we all share

ain't it a wonder...
ain't it a pity...
ain't it a shame...

we've all seen the good old days
torn from our past page
where no one thought to save
haphazardly tossed away

ain't it a wonder...
ain't it a pity...
ain't it a shame...

where love was once alive
stood strong by our side
turns out it's not so kind
didn't it once shine

ain't it a wonder...
ain't it a pity...
ain't it a shame...

took a book from off the shelf
always in search of help
the deeper we delve
it's all about self

ain't it a wonder...
ain't it a pity...
ain't it a shame...

ain't it a wonder the piles we heap
ain't it a pity most do not see
ain't it a shame we have such needs
making us our own worst enemy

ain't it a wonder...
ain't it a pity...
ain't it a shame
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