I will follow the followed

Those cuspacated fingers cringe of dried blood

The cracking lips
belching
the word "fursat"
from a dying Noah
after years of desiccating floods

I stare for hours
at the keyboard

It's staring back at me

So I change my profile picture
But I'm feeling the same

So comes the light

The night ?

That will soon disappear

There I stand lashed to the key
But the tsunami never comes

Just reality sweeping over me

I once was so sad
I came here and found a community
People like me
Restless and needing understanding
Lovely people
My account was hacked and I lost everything
I didn’t even get to say goodbye
Or even copy my poetry
The seen and the hidden
I have missed my friends so much
If anyone remembers me
Please let me know
The hugs will be endless
I have suffered the loss of you all
Deb

Brody the Collie came by to say Hello
He received a pat on the head and was petted .
A couple of monarch butterflies flew near me
Those above saying Hello?
The humidity calmed down for a gem of a day
The giant lemon tree shone a brilliant yellow in the center of the Art nuseum
So many flocked to see this little beauty by the park
Exquisite gem it is with beautiful weather
Lovely day

Through our days, they come & go
Shadows all through afterglow,
Some make impact, some obtuse,
Hilariously, some are loose....
Occasionally, one you love
Soaring through the clouds, above....
Then, again.... the ones you hate
Grit your teeth and aggravate?
But best of all, there's those that laugh
Bust the gut enough to ****!!!
Them's the best, my errant friend,
They'll last you till.... the very end!

M@Foxglove.Taranaki.NZ

Argh!
Pain and torment overwhelms,
Trying to express saddness,
Is like giving birth to death —
Which has led to denial, distraction and disconnection…

Ohhh!

Stunted grief equals stunted growth?!
But…
Reconnecting equals reclaiming;
Not fast,
But slow —
The slow food movement has infiltrated my grief,
On trend,
Or just on point?!

Have we been sold a lie,
That has kept us from ourselves?

It doesn’t have to make sense.
No pretty bow is needed,
No sugar coating,
No sweetness full stop.

Grief is messy!
And freeing —
And long,
And painful,
And healing,
And sweet.

But it needs working through,
For blossoms to bloom —
New beats to croon,
New tastes to tantilise,
New colours to be canvassed,
New sights to be seen.

Don’t rush, just stroll.
Don’t shrink for others,
But rise up,
Against the machine,
Let anarchy wait,
For new life to be claimed,
In due time…

Step outside the box,
Nothing makes sense as,
This is a new experience,
Made just for this season.
Don’t fight to control,
It’s just for a reason.
Release and let go —