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It was quiet and still outside
A couple of birds flew through across the sky in the distance
All I could see was the shadow of them
The trees laid out a  rich green carpet underneath the trees below
The sky was a pale blue grey with pillows of white clouds scattered
They broke up the sky with their placement and streaks
The sky was highlighted by light which created a shadow
Looking a renaissance painting
Perhaps Monet
As I looked at the clouds
Their color became brighter
Eventually turning to a light pink color
The view was absolutely stunning
I couldn’t stop looking at it
It was like watching art being created
By the greatest artist of all
Mother Nature
the simple knowledge that
you are
will nourish
the stony soul
wherein
my heart
takes tenuous
root
i say hey more than i need to
hey is what i say when i'm talking to you
not trying to come up with just any excuse
but hey, it's what i do

hey, what's the big idea
been saying hey since i was a kid
hey makes its way, past and present said
hey, have we ever met?

hey, would you mind
if i brought hey up one more time
not in this but the next line
hey is here by design

hey makes its way into my vocab
ain't that great, ain't that fab
one last time to make it last
if you didn't know then, then you know that

hey, is what i said
Sometimes i wonder do you
Remember me like i remember you.
 Apr 2023 Theresa M Rose
SCHEDAR
After years of his words
being put to rest..

I dug up a tomb of letters
embedded deep within the
foundation of my heart...

Resurfacing memories
that at best, should've
remained buried
sights that
entice
toss a line
take a bite
wish you may
wish you might
not held
so tight
too late
you find
wasting of
your time
beware
don't dare
it's best
you don't go there
still you
take a dip
just a pinch
no more than an inch
no one
wiser
used to it
secrets kept
with that done
with that said
call off
all bets
Forget me not
Waiting….
Despite being blue
Privilege to be
Wildflower in the wild
As long as I am
In memory of you
I am
Do forget me not.




Shell ✨🐚
Flower of the blues. Forget me not .
Life wears me out with its
twists and turns, and
hairpin curves.
I keep waiting for a
long, peaceful stretch
of highway, bathed in
the rising sun.
A golden wheatfield to
to the left, a moss covered
pond with dragonflies to
the right.
The road turns to gravel,
and climbs rapidly uphill.
There are signs along the
way that promise the world.
The road gradually turns
to dirt, and ultimately
disappears.
Caw
Just a thought that whistled through,
like
a slow night train on its way to Crewe,
but
you don't find many vegan birds,  if any,  
do you?

the worm that never has a chance
hears in that great expanse of sky,
these chilling words,
die worms die,

that's why
they live
underground.
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