STARTING OVER

First day, first frost, fragile steps, crisp blanket under foot on grass like glass. Crisp air, slow movements susceptible to change, to ticking time, travelling through like the snow flakes on sturdy shoots above warmer roots Fine day for starting out, finding freshness in the unforeseen, favouring the future on lists that never linger long, […]

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SEASONAL SHIFT

I shift like nature, calling snows To coat me, cover me in a crisp Canvas of change to bathe in, To be reborn in, before I skate away From winds that wither my world. Bone chilled, I can wander off To warmer shores, eager for sun To sooth me, to sink within me In the […]

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BLANK CANVAS

I thought it lonely To be together With so much standing In between, But now, In this solitude, These moments tick Like echoes Of what’s been lost, Like laughter Now fading, Like love Now separating, Like the time shared Now a fragment of another life, Another hold we let go of, Another force to fragile […]

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MY MUSE

Dance with me for a while you asked And how could I refuse? The belle of the ball at a soiree of cities You are lady and goddess, the muse. Deep in your heart I walked through you To see you for what you are, The product of passion and maker of magic Like the […]

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Retouching the Canvas

I am not sure what it was- A calling, a desire, a need To start afresh; reborn- Washed down to white, A bare canvas to be painted on, Once more, without mark or tint Of what had been or came before And yet, in this new rendering, Each selected stroke And technique of life and […]

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Self Portrait No. 9

  Alone now, Moving forward. Starting Fresh, Again. A new white canvas- Correction; An old canvas Frequently repainted, White. Coats upon coats Covering layers upon layers Upon lives. Never truly white anymore Just a shady tone of current position Codename: Late thirties- Many lives lived. I’ve been Modern, Classic, Romantic. I’ve been impressioned upon, Drowned […]

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