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from
the
blackness
white
steam
rises...

much
like
our
insp­­iration


10W
soulsurvivor aka
Write of Passage aka
Invisible inc
Catherine Jarvis
(C) 9/30/2015

Baking scented love
Rich in aroma
Outwitting my senses
With chewy bites
Nothing draws me in more
Insisting I partake
Every single time
Same thing happens when I see you

April 2,
It snowed in Minnesota
The poor who were cold
Are caught in the trap
Their help is long gone
The programs cut
Why?  To help the rich,
Of course.

Buttoned into wrinkles
Of time and mind

Like a melody
On a tin whistle

A lingering sense
Of otherworldliness

Hardwired for folktales
Oral traditions filled

With mythical traditions
And practical wisdom

Time, like a whistled tune
Blown and gone, remains

Amidst haunting,
Faint memories

And your green isle

When I fear my heart
has become too small
for the love
it carries
failing
to
express
the muchness
of
it
all