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I was always infused by the quartz of time
I balanced love in separate hands ; cut , aching , refusing to heal

Happiness was measured out one grain of sand at a time
My measuring cup runneth over

My thoughts are bleached  bone white .
But I have preserved the marrow of my ways

I am the walking cacti
that push rocks in the sand creating the trails of tears that never reach the ground

I am desert
Full of the emptiness
that exists on the face of clocks and time

I am one grain of sand
The silence of the wind
I have no foundation
I'm tendered to my whims
 May 2021 Pinkmoon
Sitting on the couch with my two dogs
Cuddled with a book
Lost in history
Dreaming about loves at their height
Knowing that I am also in love
At its best
Feeling the intensity
Knowing all will eventually crash
Because all love ends
With lack of passion,
Mortality, or
But for now a good book
With a good story
On a stormy afternoon.
 May 2021 Pinkmoon
David R
A mouse in a corner was I,
Wanting to hide or to fly
to a desert or forest enclave,
on a hill or in mountain cave,

i had no idea why,
what turned me awry,
why black shadows haunted
day and night daunted

chased by terror and fright
as if the shadows could bite,
never ceasing, no respite,
never even a glimmer of light

i yearned self to deep-six
sail along the river Styx
to escape, to run, to leave
this dark place of little reprieve

i'm still running and will continue
till i learn my lesson of life
perhaps that G-d is within you
even when the darkness's rife
BLT's Merriam-Webster Word of The Day Challenge
 May 2021 Pinkmoon
From sixteen to sixty
And all the days in between
From a lassie then a lady
To the woman in my dream
From sketch book to painting
From wondering and waiting
To building and creating
With fireworks and gold plating
From all that you mean
To being my queen
From nowhere to forever
And all the days in between.
Later this year my wife turns 60! I've written this with that in mind.
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