Is it moral
being the gate keeper
deciding when life shall emerge?
If not the best timing
shall new life be purged?

I speak of my farm
swarming with new birth
Did god appoint me caretaker
of a piece of his earth?

If all of these wombs
were actually placed in my charge
my world would become
far to large!

Etched in the ventricles
lying deep within the
fibers of the southern heart
Trading the beat of old blood,
for the fresh iron of youth's heme
the subterranean vessels
release passion
that ignite fires in bellies
changing the shape
of cells,
where escape is an
endless possibility

As a summer breeze rushes through the trees:
             Silence speaks

          As the ocean's waves
whisper to the moon to
misbehave:
               Silence speaks

           As nightfall comes and dark is deep
           Earthen creatures take rest and sleep:
               Silence speaks

           As winter's snow falls from the sky
            In piles the angels make merry where they lie:
              Silence speaks

           As autumn's chill brings vibrancy
            In cinnamon rust, in burning orange as leaves 'fall' from the trees:
              Silence speaks

        Even death rains memories so loud
        Like thunder - lightning from a cloud:
             Silence speaks

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I'm ancient
my life
packed neat
in boxes
in the attic
by my wife
just waiting
for last breath
and my burial
in our plot.
Send the lot
to Goodwill
to be forgot.

Closer and closer
the sky lowers
kissing my skin
crushing my opinions
into leaks
sending tears down
my cheeks
can't hear the cries
when a whisper
evaporates into lies

Unobserved
am I matter?

Always been rough around the edges
Like a thorn on a blooming rose
Flourishing and growing
Ever changing colors of life
Yet not losing my strength of heart
That was once a seed planted in the ground