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 May 2016 Happynessa
J
To you (me)
 May 2016 Happynessa
J
Please remember
You are not who left you
You are not who loved you and
you are not what stays and rots as you plant new roots for yourself

Please know
you are here to grow,
water yourself more
as the ground below
dries and takes your nutrients away

As you grow, I want you to remember this:
You are sunlight on a late morning in early May
You are fresh cut grass under rose pink toenails
You are the first sip of iced coffee in the morning as
your heart begs for that little burst of energy that tastes like candy

As you tend to your leaves please remember:
You are not days you do not shower,
you are not days you do everything right

You are the feeling of warm sheets at night
you are hope when faith has seemed to die
But you must be these things for yourself
Because you are not who left you when you thought you did everything right


Water your roots,
make sure you are weeding your own flowers so that you can grow tall and bring color to dreary settings that cannot contain you
 May 2016 Happynessa
Sjr1000
In
the peace
we seek
True love
shall be revealed.
 May 2016 Happynessa
jane taylor
come hither
bring the next epiphany
tho’ it may be shrouded
in the darkest night of soul
‘tis too exquisite
not to know
the wisdom folded
within

©2016janetaylor
 May 2016 Happynessa
Keith Wilson
How  do  the  tourist's
know  I'm  local.
They  are  always  stopping  me.
And  asking  the  way  to  the  lake.
Perhaps  It's  because
I'm  walking  on  my  own.

Keith  Wilson.  Windermere.  UK.  2016.
 May 2016 Happynessa
Keith Wilson
Went  down  to  the  lake  today.
The  vast  expanse  of  water
shimmering  under  the  baking  sun.
Had  some  food  and  drink
sat  on  a  bench.
The  swans  came  up  from  the
water  begging  for  food.
Truly  amazing  how  they
cope  on  dry  land.
. Slender  legs  supporting
a  bulky  body  mass.
They  certainly  belong  
in  the  water.
Crowds  of  people  about
mainly  Chinese  tourists.
Really  warm  day.

Keith  Wilson.  Windermere.  UK.  2016.
 May 2016 Happynessa
Gidgette
I Fall
 May 2016 Happynessa
Gidgette
My lips are stained with your lies
My heart is ash,
blowing wildly in the winds you created
My soul is as black as you've painted the days
I'm void
An empty glass
And you,
You are the cunning devil
Laughing as I fall graceless
Into the flaming darkness of hell
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