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 May 2020
james nordlund
Will of life's wind howls, I can only hear it whisper,
"walk on water, your water", rain waves crash as strides
lengthen to break them, one footfall follows another,
meeting Earth first, muddied, still serving abundance.

Finally agua relenting, releases her captive, who walks
on grasses, as trees abound less, pace and mind slows,
Sun seeps through cloud, opening eyes, psyche, wider,
I begin to cross the moat, climb the walls, enter window.

Inner-sanctum breached, stroll brings me to castle's keep,
emotion deep, sunshine on leaf swaying catches sight,
raindrop forming, in love's eye, joy, sadness, falls,
is let go, life's ebb flows, echoing hearts abundant.

A lone tear's story is seldom told, I'll never let it go.
When one's left and right hearts are two, there's not much one can do    :)  
reality
 May 2020
Kim Essary
Loneliness of the heart is much like a tumbleweed in the desert blowing  every direction the wind should carry it
Like a puppet without strings not knowing or having guidance as to its next move
The choices made are easily made but not so easy to retract
It would take more than true love to teach a broken heart how to act
Longing for completion in this life given to you
Is like chasing the rainbow to find the *** of gold
The journey is never ending with roads winding to and from
Carrying on down one hill to climb the mountain once again
Exhausted from your travels of chasing a rainbow to find no end
Life is all about where things come to an end, another beginning awaits you to begin
The Journey
 May 2020
Elena
As pebbles are thrown
into the lonesome pond
laughter splashes out
And smiles run and glide
with ripples of liveliness.
 May 2020
Olivia
How I long to give in to the mortal pleasures of the flesh,
Yet lusting for the release of the physical world I exist,
Paradoxically halted by my own humanity.

Am I this name, this face, this soul?
Is this body inseparable from me?
I look at my digits and exalt in their beauty, these vessels which carry me through life.

How I wish to ascend to the heights of consciousness,
Yet praying for the escape from this eternal solitude,
Perpetually stunted by my own humanness.

Am I this heart, this blood, this mind?
Are those people inseparable from me?
I look at their digits and exalt in their beauty, those vessels which carry us through life.

How fleeting, how trivial, how small everything is.
How permanent, how significant, how immense everything is to me.
 May 2020
Lotus May
there is beauty in
the mundane
when we slow down
amidst the hustle and bustle
and let ourselves
get lost in the vastness of the sky,
wonder aimlessly like
dandelion heads in the wind, then
get drunk on waves of nostalgia
while we ponder where our
dreams floated off to,
yet remembering again
to flow with time—not fight it,
for it is when we live in the present
that we see what we already have
is more than enough and
it is only through a grateful heart
that we can make the most out of
this beautiful mess
called life
 May 2020
Sarita Aditya Verma
Worries
When you set them free
It sets you free
Happier

In a cage
The bird knows its resting spot
Free, it has many
On the tree

There is no better place
To allay your fears
Other than your own head
At rest
 May 2020
Eloisa
A mother is...
the sweetest flower of love,
the brightest light of happiness,
the most colorful rainbow
of kindness,
the most precious pearl
of compassion,
and the most powerful prayer
of strength.
Her heart, the softest veil.
Her mind, the gentlest leaf.
Her words, the loveliest music.
And her hands, the most dependable sail.
Her purest and selfless love,
a wonderful bliss.
Her passionate soul,
the anchor of a child’s dreams.
❤️Happy Mother’s Day!❤️
                       💐
 May 2020
stephanie burrows
Lost in
Dreams of you
That never last
 May 2020
Jayne E
From ******* sweet tips
and curve of hip
milky thighs and sighs
of feminine mystique

Its the inner sighs, smiles
and why's,
the mothers touch
that heals so much
the loving reach,
across the breech,
soothes woes of man
she is Woman.

© J.C.
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