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 Dec 2024 Mari Chubinidze
s anne
Stop it. Why are my hands red?
I can’t breathe. My chest-
What are you doing? My shadow-
It’s on me. It’s here.
Let me go. Please, stop it.
Slipping through the veil of night
Beneath the far-flung skies,
She flutters like a sail in flight---
She feeds her frail heart’s delight---
She turns to hail the morning light
Beneath the star-hung skies

Aurora, in Her cloak of grey
Sweeps back the shifting dark---
As dawn reveals the stroke of day
And nighttime goes it's smokey way---
The sky's deep blue now broken, frayed,
Sweeps back the lifting dark
May we learn to tread lightly on older and newer paths in our personal lives that lead onwards and upwards into the continuing
restoration of our inner worlds rising like Main Sequence suns to aid in replacing that which was lost in ever-darkening outer worlds.

©2024 Daniel Irwin Tucker
NOTE:
Start or keep on
shining into the darkness of this
world through your own
individual element, regardless of the
size of the bulb or its wattage.
 Dec 2024 Mari Chubinidze
nivek
wind is master of today
blowing off the Atlantic

she brings purity of breath
makes the Sycamores dance

all huddle in their nests
creatures one and all.
 Dec 2024 Mari Chubinidze
Zywa
As if everything

revolves around me I see --


people flashing by.
Collection "Local traffic"
 Dec 2024 Mari Chubinidze
SkiJ
Death
 Dec 2024 Mari Chubinidze
SkiJ
Fallen autumn leaf,
Silent breath, the still earth sleeps—
Time's last whispered sigh.
.  Leaves have taken
    on the hue of my
      brush just now,
   kissed by autumn.

 Neither hide nor hair
     can be seen of me,
   nor will I woof, but,
 I can't withhold a wag.
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