Sap from heart-wood drips-
Honey, no one would call It.
Can you Smell the sun?
Painting by George Inness (1825-1894), 'The Mill Stream, Montclair, New Jersey' c. 1888 in Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons.
“A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.” -Percy Bysshe Shelley
Sap from heart-wood drips-
Honey, no one would call It.
Can you Smell the sun?
Painting by George Inness (1825-1894), 'The Mill Stream, Montclair, New Jersey' c. 1888 in Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons.
Some days smell like
Freedom.
I was with a bad (hu)man for
Far too long.
Often heated,
Bad habits, scarring and some
Evil-
Bloody mess...
Honest, my guts
torn asunder
then more
Limbo, a sense of
Death...
Dante,
One could say-
Then
In some particular way
the sun felt extra good today,
Felt my skin thirsting and gulping
every atom, warm and
Yum...
Like a perfectly ripe peach
cannot be devoured without a
Smile.
Pure and True.
Each peach- the same and
Anew-
Even though, simplified
Into
As above, so it is
Below.
To grow or die
this time around
the Sun.
.
Painting by William Mason Brown (1828-1898), 'Peaches on a White Plate' c. 1880 in Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons.
Still the aftermath
Trees reach tall and wide, like We-
That is All-she wrote.
Painting by George Hayter (1792-1871), 'After the Storm' c. 1833 in Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons.
June thunderstorm
barrels thru
Humid-but isn't that wet
Anyway-All the little
People say "Climate Change"
But isn't the climate always
Changing-
People in a room,
Stars that collide and
Rainbows that break the mirror of
Sky,
as night and day
do not feel the
Same.
Never before is not impossible
or infinity imploding
As in a
Cause to worry,
never fear
the constant Change
passes thru.
Painting by Samuel Palmer, 'Summer Storm near Pulborough, Sussex ' c. 1851 in Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons.
Forget and forgive
Not the other way
Forward
Better to apologize
than ask for
Permission
Make sense
Of a million censors
One raises
Voices
But acts alone.
There was a time
of day
that just felt right
Now
is a different Time.
The sun sets
the sun rises
all the Same.
Image of Artwork credited by (Scan by NYPL), 'Sunrise or Sunset on Lake Champlain, NY' in Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons.
Sometimes she speaks
Others...
Don't listen to her
How she doesn't know
What she says
Before...
She thought
They could hear
Her thoughts
filled with speech a-
loud voice
You could tell...
Image credit User:Zmaj, Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons.
Today,
Two years ago
To this day,
I drove away
For good
has never sounded
So Appropriate
Into fate
As it were,
As it would be
Left behind
Behind me
Now,
I drive on paved paths
In the dark
Streets
only silver linings
Guide
The way.
Photo by Author Kelly Sikkema, Unsplash title 'As far as you can see' Dated 13 January 2017, Location: Fenton, United States
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