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A new look. A little more ryhme

Take a moment, breathe
see the way the trees lean.
My breath is shaky. Haunted.
But as the sunshine kisses my face with its gentle embrace my pain and hurt will erase.
And I've
Gone a little crazy
thinking maybes
living off wishes
But I've
gotten a little more sane
last night I heard the rain
steady and true
With whispers of who-
are you trying to fool?
I've gotten a little older
much more bolder
And I find myself saying
You should have told her
we all should have told her, him lovers and friends
My blood starts flowing fast
and as the roar in my ears grows stronger
I look up to see falling snow and liquid clouds
I search my heart for you
my hearts grown deep
yet I'm no ones to keep not yet ready to claim another as mine
Not yet ready for the "really, everythings fine."

Reviews

[Trée]

Tarah, I absolutely love the way this poems feels like a gentle porch swing, silent witness to all the truth and beauty of nature, paint peeling, weathering in play with sun and rain, creaks as welcome as the dawn. I think we can learn a lot from leaning trees and sun kisses, for they know not maybe's and wishes and all the other constructs of past and future that work so devilishly to keep us from tasting rain with outstretched tongues and dancing with the dew laden grass to an audience of morning glories. Nice work. :-)

[Cardinal Robin]

"not ready" yet your words ferment and sparkle like fine Shiraz wine!

"see the way the trees lean.
My breath is shaky. Haunted."
This is a beautiful concept...

"we all should have told her, him lovers and friends"
are you my "density" ? This is mad good!

Excellent expression !