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 Dec 2016 RJW
Nelize
I*  love  to  hear  how  Ocean  breathes
waves  cr­ash  as  Sea  exhales
from  afar,  where  you  are,  perhaps  you  can­  hear

salty  breeze  come  kiss  my  face
wrap  my  feet  in  warm  beige  sand
a  sight  to  my  eyes,  to  see  this  face:
­
as  the  sun  blushes,  a  sunset  so  grand
sh­e'll  soon  hide  her  face
under  the  mighty  blue  table  that  is  the  ­sea
palm  leaves  wave  goodbye  to  Sun
as  she  tells  the  seagulls  to  guard  her  ­Ocean

as  I  look  at  layered  salty  scapes ...
my  figure  hides  in  three  storied  bricked ­ cliff
the  Ocean,  so  solemly  tranquil
a  blue­  face,  beige  chin  and  forest  green  beard
... as  the  Ocean  has  gifted  me  this  romantic  ­sight

as  the  salt  waves  corrode  at  the  c­lock
I  see  a  path  form  over  this  blue  face
high  tides  give  way  to  a  silver  line  pa­th
yielding  in  luminant  reflection  to  Moon

Moon­   cried  this  tear  path  across  Ocean's  face
hoping  to  meet  me,  but  stops  in  the  for­est  beard -
until  Sun  gifts  me  another  day  in  grace
­
Ocean,  grant  me  this  sight  again
to  witness  the  romance  of  Sun  and  Ocean
as  I  wait  for  Moon  to  once  again
cross ­ a  chrome  path  across  the  waters
to  meet  ­with  me  again.

Nelize  ©  *2016
As a city girl, I long to see the ocean again, with the sunsets and the quiet moon with crickets chiming. A time to clear my head from endless pain and haunting memories from the days I spent with my former love in Cape Town, SA, in December last year.  Therefore, I yearn for a different love to romance me - the sight of the ocean, my art, my love for words, and the beautiful gift I have... my eyes.
 Dec 2016 RJW
Nelize
She, the writer
 Dec 2016 RJW
Nelize
she*  lives  in  the  air,  the  foot  and  wheel-­driven  earth
her  beauty  in  the  breath  over  ­seas,  hurricanes,  tornadoes
the  boiling  hearth  in  rocky  mountains
her  mental  toil  all  over  the  earth's  soil­
in  words

she  is  a  writer,  her  soul  goes­  everywhere
where  she  has  written*
her  imagination  travels  with  you  everywhere
once  she  falls  in  love  with  you
you  will  never  die

she  is  a  writer
crickets  and  stars,  beetles  and  sun
her  wor­ds  of  love  have  spun
its  web  around  you
you  will  never  be  free  from  her  presence
­her  words  are  everywhere
this  is  she,  the  ­writer.

dropped  on  trees  of  paper
spilled  in  rivers  of  tears
exhaled  in  a  hungry  yet  appetite-free  breath­
as  her  fingers  bleed  that  heart  felt  emoti­on
on  the  next  note
she'll  be  a  fine  line ­ between  ******  and  memory
a  literal  pint  of  dopamine
she  might  one  day  only  be  a  memory

her  starry  starry  dream  for  ears  out  ther­e -
stepping  foot  marks  on  the  hearts  of  many­  around  the  world -
being  omnipresent  in  literature
to  all  who  need  a  pint  of  literature  do­pamine.

© Nelize 2016
She is everywhere. Where her mind goes, there she is present. She is everywhere in this world where her mind takes her. The inability to escape imminent heart ache in this world drives her imagination to places that heal her heart. An imagination gifted to her by her Creator, to help conquer the pain in this world. That writer is me.
 Dec 2016 RJW
South-by-Southwest
I looked outside
my windows to see
a yellow butterfly
flying south
for the rest
of winter
you see

It dived through
where the roses
used to be
The day lilies
long withered
and no irises
there to be

Bounding over
the fence so fast
this creature surely
must be
tough as nails
For frost and freeze
has coated grass
and comes
nipping at it's
yellow tails

A few dips
of it's yellow wings
and it has disappeared
out of sight
Leaving me in awe
and disbelief
I hope it makes it's
journey complete
True story .
 Dec 2016 RJW
Joseph Floreta
For I know Lord that you do not need me,
Neither I nor anyone,
You never need us,
Yes you want us,
But never did you ever need us,
Because you are perfect,complete and marvelous in all things,
But behold us my Lord,
my God,
We need You,You're the reason why I live,
You're the reason why we're here.
You do not need us,
But we need you,
So guide us Always...
#My God #My Refuge
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