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 Jul 2018
Jo Barber
People are like flowers.

We begin as sprouts,
so susceptible to harm
that even a vague breeze
may blow us out.
The only way to grow
is through the careful nurturing
of another.
Under proper care,
and in the right environment,
we bloom,
each of us a little differently.
We exude beauty
and absorb pain.
We feed off of both the sunlight
and the rain.

Like flowers,
we are so very alive -
creatures of the Earth,
and so exquisitely designed to be just so.
 Jun 2018
Barbara R Maxwell
You are sitting in a small wooden boat
On a beautiful lake in the mountains
You can see the caps of the mountains
Pine trees are all around
The scent of pine fills your lungs
It is refreshing

Your dog is with you
A German Shepherd
Named Sam
It is a warm perfect day
With a cool breeze that blows across your face ever so slightly
It feels good against your skin

The water is calm
Just a few ripples from fish
The lake is crystal clear
You can see to the bottom of it
There are small fish swimming about
You watch them for a while
Entranced by their movements

You put finally something on the end of your fishing pole to attract a fish
You are hoping for a trout

You then cast your line into the lake and wait

You pull out your book and stretch out your legs to relax
Your dog settles in for a nap
You love these moments
They are so peaceful and calm
You love the stillness of the place
 Jun 2018
BMG
I failed today
Like the waves
trying to wash the dirt away.
I decided not to think of you
I almost made it
But you were stronger
I failed today
The undertow took over
Pulled me back into your memory
You seeped into my skin
Drowning in who we use to be
I failed today
I will try again
Try to stay a float
Tomorrow.
 May 2018
Meera
My pen bleeds
As its ink seeps
My words cry
The seer weeps
I keep scrawling
Until my pain recedes
Walking on my way
Where my lament leads
Crumbling to bones
Changing to fit the needs
My frailty drives me
As nothingness breeds
In madness I did
Those fearful deeds
Now I'll have to pay
The price of my greed
Making me suffer
My demons succeed
In the garden of love
I feel like a ****
I am looking for my way
To the flowery meads
Where the chains will be shattered
And then I will be freed
Sometimes you just feel lost and there seems no way out
 Apr 2018
eleanor prince
eye of storm
feels good
inanely safe

cloak of unreality
supplanting sense
as trap shuts

butterfly hovers
gently
in silken web

rests stupidly
charmed
while harm beckons

illusions numb
cerebral
space

battle weary
instincts spent
on long haul

gusts of
warning winds
ignored

as incongruent
aberrations
unworthy of note

but sword will drop
mayhem eclipse
former state

past suspension
truncated
exposed

as raw reality
severs dreams
barnacled

to beguiling
specious
notion
beware the weariness that eclipses knowing... and reason... it will exact a price
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