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Like a shattered window I
Am in pieces
Too small
To reconstruct
 Jan 2015 Tide Islands
Sombro
What is different about your trunk?
Said the Cedar to the Ash.
It's rotten, ere forgotten,
And its branches have long gone.

What is different about your leaves?
Asked the Oak to the Holly.
They're pointed and disjointed
And their colour has gone dark.

What is different about your boughs?
Asked the Poplar to the Yew.
They're leveled and disheveled.
Do you like them? Oh I do.

The sunlight is fanned by your boughs, dear Yew,
Rain makes night seem longer on your leaves, my Holly
Your trunk may be rotten, dear Ash, but it is terribly untrue
To say that it does worse than any other.

The forest lights with sunly sprights
And I will walk among the trees
And hear the sounds and see the sights
Of a nature much more at ease.
I like trees. Trees like each other. Nature is good.
Thanks for all the wonderful comments! I wrote this watching the trees sway from my window, I hope you all love nature as much as me!
 Jan 2015 Tide Islands
The Noose
A heart like
An abandoned evacuation site

Fear encircles
Like wolves at the gates
Powdered courage
Hangs in the air
The repugnant stench
Of stale ambition
Suffocating tomorrow's glow

The pangs from venomous arrows
A reminder
Of the red that still
Pumps furiously inside of veins
So you stem the tide
Bleed to remind of why you love.
 Jan 2015 Tide Islands
The Noose
Deflated euphoria
Enveloped in the evening glow
The drone of the tooth
And nail battle to be
whirring down to silence
Beholding the glory
Of your hazels
Artificial gaiety
Awakens
Vicarious thrills
Emoting through you.
 Jan 2015 Tide Islands
belbere
have my colours
stained your lips?
can you still taste me
in pastel traces
of fingerprints that
ring your neck,
a collar to
restrain you from
painting over
another girl
with your corrupt
palette.
sometimes i wonder.
I've grown tired of the cold
That tugs on my skin here
I want to go where the sun shines
And chase rays
Instead of rain drops
You can bury yourself
Along the shoreline
And I'll let the ocean
Sweep me off my feet
 Jan 2015 Tide Islands
GaryFairy
walking along a creek side path
a detour from the day to day
stopping long enough for a bath
letting nature pay the way

i pause at a blackberry bush
a good place to get a meal
a sit down without any rush
letting nature pay the bill

finding me a cool place to lay
a shady space under trees
watching chipmunks and bluebirds play
letting nature pay the fees
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 Jan 2015 Tide Islands
GaryFairy
blurry image, out of focus
closing in on hopeless notice
broken glow, prone to coldness
holding on to low the closest

lambent lacking, saddened blackness
lasting facts of tragic practice
shattered glass, facet blasted
passing granted hands the fastest
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