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 Aug 2015 Jonny Angel
Kelly Rose
Contemplating life as time slips away
Feeling tangled by decisions she made
Mysteries unravel and thoughts run astray
She needs to move forward before hope fades

Life has slipped away, much to her dismay
Watching dreams die, emptying her cache
Lingering doubts leave her feeling jaded
Contemplating life as time slips away

Shadowed by loneliness, she feels like prey
She closes her eyes and hides to evade
Her pain and sorrow.  She will have her say
Feeling tangled by decisions she made

Cobwebs are clearing, hope brightens her day
Dark skies are changing, becoming pearl grey
She’s now able to step out from the shade
Mysteries unravel and thoughts run astray

Her mind is now clear; she’ll find a new way
As long as she is able to persuade
Her doubts to fade, while learning to pray
She needs to move forward before hope fades
                               Contemplating life

krs
7/17/2015
 Aug 2015 Jonny Angel
Kelly Rose
I am the Poet, hear my siren’s song
My woven whispers ****** ways and words
Mesmerizing, you will feel you belong
Be part of an inner circle and be heard

Write with me, no lines will be false or blurred
Together we will create and be strong
There’s no need for pleasure to be deferred
I am the Poet, hear my siren’s song

I have been sad and alone way too long
Belonging together is most preferred
Creating brings joy, won’t you come along?
My woven whispers ****** ways and words

Take a chance and your senses will be stirred
Part of our circle, not lost in the throng
We are more together, grace is conferred
Mesmerizing, you will feel you belong

All ideas are welcomed, no thought is wrong
Just know this; your spirit won’t be interred
May our venture be successful and long
Be part of an inner circle and be heard
I am the Poet

krs
July 21, 2015
something new and different
I came upon a parade of Zinnias
today..lined along the pave-way,
wild and wily. An infinite variety
of colorful heads popping up
and out, like eyes of
wary prairie dogs,
on the lookout for action.

Thought of you...the flower heads
you gave me, filled with seeds
aplenty to plant in the spring.
Knew just where they would go.
Imagined my hands in the
welcoming earth, sowing
them at just the right depth.

They would grow, reaching
with their long thin frames.
Vigorously tall and full of
summers brightness.
Symmetrical flowers
filled with attitude
towards the sun.
Flourishing in cracks along  
sidewalks and driveways.
Finding comfort and feeling free
in the most limited of spaces.

Yet...I did not plant them.
Aware that I am not able,
just now, to make such a commitment.
To water and ****. Ensuring that they
would reach their full potential.
A simple promise of one season.
To nourish a delicate, perfect Zinnia.


~Christi Michaels~July 2015~

Copyright © 2015 Christi Michaels.
All Rights Reserved.
A smile is a band-aid,
We use it to cover the cracks,
Trying to mend a broken heart.

For every pang of pain,
For every memory that escapes
- runs free in your mind,
His laugh echoing,
His stare engaging,
His smile enchanting,
His touch enveloping,
His scent embracing,
For each of these searing memories that burn through
your mind, your heart,
You laugh.

For if you don't laugh your pain away,
The only other way to extinguish the burning of that dwindling fire,
Is with tears, but you can't do that now,
None left,
Empty.
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