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 Sep 2020 Jade Lima
Colm
Does the sunlight worry about its moonlight reflection?
When it cannot see stars either you or me?
No!
Because even in darkness it just sits back,
And with ice on its arm,
Breathes.
https://youtu.be/V8MpPKE9QOQ

Just breathe my friend. Don't worry about what you're supposed to be. You were created to live, be it only for a set number of days. Does the sun worry about exhausting itself, or the stars worry about crashing down? The answer is no, and also no you shouldn't. Trust me, we're all burning out in our own beautiful way. Embrace it and be light.

That and take care!
 Sep 2020 Jade Lima
Colm
Missrays
 Sep 2020 Jade Lima
Colm
You are pure sunlight
With no oath to shine
And yours is the only reflection I see
In the moon sometimes
When the night is young and hopeful
When all is everything and in infinite time
You'll question no such reflective being
But instead open seeing and find
Missrays
 Sep 2020 Jade Lima
Colm
Oceans, and

I am the place by hollow shores
Where salt and osprey meet in airs
Like hurricanes turned on their heads
Like feathers in the fair duress
I fold the melting sands amess
Into being as one they sung
By rocky shoals and jutting reefs
My currents forever run

I am the presence by the shore, the waters beneath the sun
Presence By The Shore
 Sep 2020 Jade Lima
Colm
I know I'm missing the sun
       Because all I can see
     Are the inside of these familiar windows
  No less alive
But much less bright
Bright Behind The Dark
 Sep 2020 Jade Lima
Paige Error
They say that love is
Deep
Kind
Long
and Wide
But for me love is
Dead
Dark
Elusive
and Painful
And when my tear stained face finds a gentle hand to wipe away my sorrows
I fall in love
Or perhaps I fall in line
I’m not sure there’s a difference anymore
 Aug 2020 Jade Lima
Tom Atkins
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
 Aug 2020 Jade Lima
ok okay
Draw me the stars
And I'll write us to the moon
Draw me some tears
I might write you some blues
Colour the roses
From which I write about
Our dreams can be remembered
With pictures and a plot
I'll write what you couldn't
If you draw what I can not
 Aug 2020 Jade Lima
1487
The poetry isn’t in all these words —
It’s in knowing I survived them.
Holy smokes! Thank you everyone for all of the support! I don’t come here too often so I did not expect this; what a beautiful surprise ♥️
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