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 May 2014
Jack
~

Soft sand, quill feather dreams float silently as
aquamarine emotions take me there
on tides of sapphire sea spray waves,
beneath sighing tiffany blue skies

“I sleep, so I may dream of you,
on wind swept wings, forever true”

Caressing my body as I slumber,
this sea, my warmth, my comforting wrap
keeps me safe in the glistening bounty of all that is beautiful,
while my mind ebbs to its melodic sound

“Solitude lulls me, on whispering waves,
singing the rhythm of warm summer days”  

My eyes now closed, still witness visions of aquatic peace,
harmony on polished glass, mirrored by a morning light
along crescent shores and weathered dune desires,
resting somewhere between the pages of this I keep

“Your poetry my world, if ever we’re apart,
touches me with splendor, so soft upon my heart”

Soon I shall rise with the sun, framed by green mountains
and terra cotta sands, to walk among the ermine white foam,
tracing my steps and following my every thought
of you

“This love, as any ocean deep,
*within my heart, for you I keep”
 May 2014
Petal pie
When I charge ahead 
Try and forge my own way 
Even my best laid plans 
Are rubbed and washed away
In the ever  shifting sands 

And I'm left on hands and knees
Scrabbling round in the dirt
Bruised and battered I bleed
My Spirit crushed and hurt

So I'll climb back onto the solid rock 
And root myself to the spot
Nourish my soul in the psalmists words 
Terra firma, taking stock
 May 2014
nivek
beauty lays claim
this day;

all days
 May 2014
SG Holter
He talked like a ******.
Walked like one.
Loudly assisting tourists in the
Line outside the bus.
My luck seated him in
Front of me. I answered
Evasively. Mentally begging

Shut up. Shut up.
I was tired.
I was hungry.

"Would you like a piece of pizza?"
He handed me a sealed
Bag. This close
His eyes contradicted his person.
Sober. Friendly. He smelled
Of aftershave and
Society.

"I shouldn't eat this, I'm working
With a Yoga project
To help addicts recover
Through meditation.
Should stay healthy. Been clean
For three years, though I
Know it doesn't seem like it.

I just love to talk to people."
I ate his pizza. We spoke.  
Squinted in laughter.
He cried like a girl when  
He saw Avatar
, he confessed.
"My sons still take the p...
Outta me for that.
I'm so glad they'll never

Have to go through
What I did. I'll
Make sure of
That for
Sure, for
Sure."

I usually write poetry
On the bus.
This Friday afternoon
I lived it.
 May 2014
Wanderer
You flutter softly
With hope dusted wings
Against the cage
Of my sentry posted ribs
 May 2014
SG Holter
Riverside camp
Site plans.

Stones smooth from
Currents of centuries

Surrounding ditch
Dug for bonfire.

Driftwood shelter
Tied with fresh willow twigs,

Tiled with leaves and ferns.
Location for personal business

Decided upon and upheld.
The choice is mine whether to

Watch the weather, the fire,
The sunset and its mirrored twin

Where dinner skips for its own,
Or the spaces between it all.  

I have shovel, axe and a knife
As sharp as a scorned woman's

Tongue. Sleeping bag, and salt.
If the fish doesn't bite

I'll sleep hungry. No worry.
My surroundings always

Provide. They tolerate me;
I address them as I would

Any mother.
 May 2014
Sharina Saad
There are times ...
when the dream seems so real
there are times..
when the dream appears  
like waking times ...
so... genuine

There are times
when the waking hours
are like a dream...
Real but unreal

Have you ever,
been or felt beyond both, a space?
there, the creator is always awake.
and listens and sees everything
while we are  asleep, dream or awake...
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