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  Oct 2014 Rupal
SøułSurvivør
~~~


silver
string
strong
but
not
too
coy
for
the
girl
and for the boy
lovers of this wooden
box know it woos know
it talks anyone who has
the strength can be a
star can          go that
length feel the calling of
the strings? let them laugh
o yes let them sing! feel the
calling of the night? players
all will see the light!!!!!!!
strummmm!!!



soulsurvivor
catherine jarvis
(C) october 19, 2014
This should turn out
Looking like a guitar
  Oct 2014 Rupal
Jack
~

You are helium,
my heart a balloon…
let’s float together
  Oct 2014 Rupal
Jack
~

Aloft...
I am soaring
though my feet are still firmly planted on the ground

Floating…
on whispering breezes
sitting next to you on a park bench by a quiet morning lake

High…
above the clouds
as we walk through the changing forest this beautiful autumn day

Elevated…
many stories
seeing your reflection in the windows of a sidewalk café

Flying…
with Snow Geese
as we rest beneath a beautiful elm watching leaves swirl to the ground

Lifted…
by your smile
on pristine wings of effervescent happiness

Falling…
more each day
*in love with you
  Oct 2014 Rupal
bones
When my years are
stretched thin like elastic

that is at breaking point
or just past it

I'll be glad that I keep
my best memories deep

in the grooves
of a black slab of plastic.
Good memories are made of vinyl. :0)
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