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Deborahlee Jan 2019
Outside the backyard windowpane
owl's clover beckons a butterfly
to feed in the wildflower meadow

silver tree bark and naked branches
stand lining edges on two sides
songbirds sing symphonies in flight.

Opaque shadows mark the horizon
in a blink, blurs eat blue from the sky
and as clouds circle back sunshine dies

winged creatures grounded, insects too
with no moonlight -no critters can fly,
cicada shrill to a coyote pack's howl

little hairs rise in a goosebump dance.
Heartbeats pound- pulse rate climbs high,
a scream -glass breaks -then silence

purple is devoured inside a chilled fog
as lights 'round the world pass me by,
weep with the willow- sob to the breeze

darkness yanks and dew kisses flesh,
curls, clothes, and soaked skin drip dry.
Body shakes- lips quiver- teeth rattle

my grey view bleeds into ebony,
no Seraphin cradles me in a goodbye,
tunnel lantern holds no oil for the light

too dark to lift me or for us to fly.
Deborahlee Jan 2019
drips of oil and water twisting
in the bubbling glass,
nickel spins in orange quarts
citrine gold and brass

copper caramel and platinum
shining tinted on mass
for crypts inside the cemetery
lawn covered by grass

on lot lined in green treetops
yellow meets blood red
marking glass panels stained
and then framed in lead

handmade by a glass cutter
as a salute for the dead
from the people still left living
-aches born with death fed
Deborahlee Jan 2019
Smooth to my fingertip
stimulation head to toe;
slice and dice my heart
the blood puddles flow
red ripples in the drips,
bow down to the reaper
to burn in what you sow.
frying in the flaming pit
trapped in the undertow,
darkness is coming at us
-ready or not, here we go.
...look out below
Deborahlee Jan 2019
ripping the butterflies from my gut
to set them free on whispered gusts
between lavender perfume breezes blow

they twist roll and twirl in an aerial show
dancing thank you to me -before they go

you run in my veins and on my brain
but the light inside me swiftly drains

inject me with more
...scrape me up off the floor
Deborahlee Jan 2019
Too painful to stand at attention
as he did back in the day
but this man, he's still a soldier
inside he's always that way

fought a lifetime for this country
chose a career we can never repay
I'm thankful for all he's given me
more than words can ever say

We're Blessed with various freedoms
all gifts, given to us from him
this man he is still a soldier
May God Bless him
and his "Hero Within"

This man he is still a soldier
and he casts a big shadow to fill
to the men and the women still fighting
I salute you all and always will.
Share this one every chance I get...
Deborahlee Jan 2019
A
salted
teardrop
splashes as
it falls onto the
ground and earth
drinks in the puddle
pooled on the ground
-and inside of me ~on
the outside too, my
body fills me up
with longing
for you

so call me a weeping woman if you see me
sitting alone beneath a giggling willow tree.
...lonely girls cry
Deborahlee Jan 2019
slide down the hinged flap
peek inside -see brown
cheeks flush with pink

bite my smile,
and lose my frown

the mailman dropped
off my new 'toys' so now,
on- to my nuclear meltdown
grown up toys are delivered in plain brown wrap
:;)

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