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Forelsket

The sight of your smile
throws me into the heavens
to drift amid stars
whose radiance pales before
your bright prominence
which joyously draws my eyes
back to my beloved’s Earth.

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Meraki

My gaze discerns the nature
of beauty lying within
a deceptive container.

My hands are shaking
yet still act with courage
to draw forth the hidden.

My throaty whispered words
breathe a meaningful truth
which animates newborn figures.

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Waldeinsamkeit

I stand alone amid the green
and give voices to the failing trees.
Enthroned at the heart of the world,
my land ripples out beyond me.
I am lord of the leaves,
king of the canopy,
and yield my divinity to none.

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L’esprit d’escalier (the spirit of the staircase)

The bitter words and screams and shouts
as they laid their grievances out
echoed off the very walls,
echoed down the empty halls.

Their clamor shook the wooden beams,
tempers whistling through the seams.
Their words and tempers were so crass,
they nearly cracked the windows’ glass.

They left no hurtful words unsaid
favoring their pride instead
as they tried to save face,
as they tried to leave that place.

Now the house stands, cold and bleak,
quiet but for every creak
of one who walks with teary eyes
for kindnesses unrealized.

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Sacred Flame

True Fire, born of the spark;
Blue Fire, trickster in the dark.

Bright Fire, boon for the bless’d;
Blight Fire, to deal with the rest.

Bold Fire, strong and stout;
Old Fire, near burned out…

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Identify

“Who are you today?”
“I’m doing quite well, thank you.”
“No, no – not how, who?”

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Contact

I don’t know who you are
and I do not know your name;
No, I’m not asking for your number
nor do I want in your pants;
But while I want you to pay attention to me,
that isn’t why I’m talking with you;
And while it is about loneliness,
I don’t feel lonesome right now;
It’s about making a connection
with a fellow human being
and lighting another candle
to help us all make it through
those long winter nights.

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Inner world wisps

The sky is empty
but for the clouds and the meaning we find in them.
I am empty
save for the wind and the clouds
howling through the never-ending sky inside of me.