Stillness

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In the days where the waning hour was far from closing
Screen windows shuttered by the blustering wind
The rain raged breaking through the weight of the clouds
Creases in the bed evoked imprints on my skin
Fading maps
Stillness
Little sounds leaked through the walls
Scaling notes, crying children, creaks, ticks, running taps, and all
Objects unmoved
The motion of the suites down below could not breach the frozen room
Far from trepidation in belief that only good can come
Sitting in silence my belly rises and falls
I close my eyes, flip the lamp switch to and its back to sleep
Where I let dreams of love sweep me oblivion
And the ambience to carry me through the night
Sleep tight
It will be all alright
Goodnight

Spring Dreams

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Silver Fox, PEI

Hard pressed against the bench, my hands clutched around my hips
The kiss of dirt it brushed my lips and my bare skin a target to the spring winds
The minutes flew by
Banal thoughts of the evening that lies ahead
Existential dread
The mallards coupled awaiting for the sun to shine
For their chicks to hatch to flourish and grow at the speed of the garden weeds
My eyes a witness to the budding of the trees
The dancing crows strutted across the pond
Sleek black feathers, beady eyes, and all
Turtle took a slow crawl hauling the weight of the water and the world
And in the western lands you stood at bay and watched the ducks
The spread out city contrasted with the tall timber trees

Okanagan breeze

You plant life shovel in hand,
While lumber and concrete creates the urban city streets
Squirrels run down the power lines, rabbits nosh on the tall green grass
Raccoons they thrash their heads through rotting trash munching on their forbidden snacks
A crisp air shared from east to west we took our breaths in solidarity
And in the prairies, the dull green horizon does not wait for you
The flowers blossom and summer expectations are met by the closing of spring
And here I sit thoughts alive and full of you
Bedazzled like a sunflower turned towards the sun
Rejoiced by Daydreaming till the moon pushes through
Goodnight, good day, to the forest, and to you

Dissonance and Low Tide

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It took hold,
Fast and furious
Vintage cars,
Pink, purple, blue, and red
Ripped down the road
You stood further in proximity
This body a sad case of lost curiosity
And the Caribbean wind whipped away at my fragile state
The voices hollered, drums drummed, the chimes rung through the narrow streets
The dogs they weaselled through the slow paced legs
And the clouded moonlit sky deceived my sudden dread
Voiced my dreams and let them float away
Adrift with the dying hope of reciprocity
I watched my I love you never come back to me
Hands aimlessly grasping for the reluctant grip and those space eyes to take me in
They tend to be incompatible with your mind drifting somewhere in time
Solemn for the journey, in for the trip,
Unrequited confessions lay flat on the Malecon
To be shattered by the waves that crash with the low tide

 

Transcontinental Surfing

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A wide eyed night at the Toronto AirportĀ 

And they came through the door,
Diverging, merging, transcontinental surfing
Some excited, others daunted by what is or was to come
The airport a platform of imploding emotions
Turbulence and high strung expectations
A tear, a tired eye
An anxious child, an exhausted adult
Loving couple, lonely traveller
Temporary faces, quick ending gazes

Vacation!

Today is the day. The process of planning to finally leaving the city has crept quickly. I am excited for what my eyes will see, the voices, the smells, and the warm Caribbean air. My stomach grumbles and headaches not out of hunger but for a need of new inspiration. A new landscape, a pretty view, some beautiful faces, and h20 to tickle my toes, crashing waves and little woes.

No post for the next 3 weeks.

Toodaloo!

Office Dreams

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It’s all ruckus!
Pull it together,
Unscrew the hinges of the rubbish cubicle
Cut the silly cords
Rip out the telephone,
Throw out the manual
Drink the dirty water, piss out the retained information
Stain the table
Tear up your work sheets
Go home, count the sheep,
Fall to sleep,
And that is how you rid the dread
And instead tomorrow you can reset your head