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Aug 2020 Shrika

Ciel Noir

I am just like everybody
I will also fall

to find my way around that
I'd do anything at all

including telling this big lie
if only to myself

"I am different than the others"

just like everybody else

Aug 2020 Shrika

Solitude for Breakfast

Aug 2020 Shrika

Tom Atkins

Solitude for Breakfast

Sand. Seagrass. Wind.
You are fed.
Solitude for breakfast.

I am constantly taking pictures. It is rare you see me without my camera. I use many of them in my poetry blog. This poem for instance, has a wide expanse of dunes and seagrass from Cape Cod at it's header.

People constantly ask me “Why do you take so many pictures?”

Because they help me remember.

Tom

#peace #sea #seashore #solitude

Aug 2020 Shrika

unlearning.

Aug 2020 Shrika

Kelly

unlearning.

Am I putting myself first?

       Not enough?                      Too much?
i feel im going to burst .....

It took me long to learn to be selfish
                                and now those lessons

                know no bounds and in certain times
                 I’m found

Being petulant

                                                  And aggressive

         with my tongue.

I hate the feeling
         Fighting internal bleeding
                       of my very soul

      the one I finally told
                                               to stand up.

As she reveals herself from the pit of neglect
              she rears an ugly head

         is this something I can regret?

Let it go and let her out
                Learn to grow               but I find out

a horror in my capabilities

             Is this unlearning?

                                   or is this
                                                          Me?

Grow a backbone or show
the very worst of me

#unlearning

Aug 2020 Shrika

Je T'Adore

Aug 2020 Shrika

vienna bombardieri

Je T'Adore

Adoring eyes in the morning breeze
the water hypnotizes and the trees hold out their arms
sunshine rays of beauty fall like a water cascade
in the morning dawn
A fawn arrives breaking the spell of day
with her spotted body lean, alert and spry
by the edge of the lake its not time to die
over by the shore...
Air is music it fills my lungs, wind picks up
playing an old melody that reminds me of,
Adoring eyes in the morning breeze
The water hypnotizes and brings me to my knees,
one more time...