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He wakes every morning 
To stare into the mirror 
And wonder when his face 
Turned like elephant skin;
For all his mind recalls
Is a memory of a laughing girl
Who pulled the ribbons from her hair,
Until one day she stole his sheers
To carpet the floor 
With black raven wings,
All because she longed to drink
From the basket of life,
But in his animal-instinct weakness
He cut the cord
From the source 
To her lips.
Frida Kahlo Diego Rivera
Remember when, as kids
We just ran and ran
For the sheer joy of it
For the rush of it
Dashing and racing to the next adventure
No time to waste
And energy to burn
Running and running
And never seeming to ache
Barely panting
Hardly sweating
And always ready
To run

                           By Phil Roberts
CHANGE...
Change can mean
So many things.
The loss of a loved one...
The birth of a loved one..
CHANGE...
The sale of a house
You grew up in.
All those childhood memories.
CHANGE...
The sale of a house
You raised your kids in.
The yard that had maple trees
And flowers which was
Planted with love.
A firepit that was a place
For neighborhood gatherings.
CHANGE...
Old home has new owner
New look, new yard
Everything has CHANGED..
CHANGE.....can be Sad, and beautiful.
New home, new friends
Added to old friends
A new set of memories to make....
CHANGE is just a way of life...

By judy
So many changes in life...I feel lucky to have been able to experience them, and keep them in my memory box called my brain...
 Aug 2015 Swathi eruvaram
Flaws
Staggering steps through the heat

Sunlight beating my eyelids with an aggression only my ego could match

Attention darts with every passing person, bicycle, and car

A flood of fearful hope trembles my fingertips

That somewhere among the shimmering pavement I'll see dark hair and red lips accompanied by a whiff of stale tobacco that was familiar to me as every woman before

My emotions are ahead of me

Raging wild circles

Anxious excitement

And
Cold
Electric
Fascination
 Aug 2015 Swathi eruvaram
hannah
you waved at me as you lurched onto the yacht that was stamped with the phrase, "headed for better places."

and you left me on the shore, wondering what I hadn't done right.
Driving home at 2AM, listening to the whispers of advice from the highway
The smell of the plants rejoicing in the evening's rain lingering in the air, droplets racing on the windshield and under the tires
Serenity, wind, loneliness and comfort blow through the windows, swirling around the interior bringing relief from the summer days
The promise of pink champagne dances across my lips, as a cold bottle is there to welcome me home
Silence fills my ears, wind filtering my thoughts until only one lingers-
You
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