Outside In

Time Keeps Slipping Away

aligned
each stands
face less
divided burdens
one palm beseeching
one containing,
shadow lands
war zone,
battle scarred
voice recorders,
playback buttons,
dead hearts beating within
diaphanous shadows,
negativity
pings off memories
automatic weapon,
no safety in thinking,
aligned
each stands
face less,
who dies
who lives,
who was I
who am I
the only certainty
the war within
My past makes the challenges of daily life abstract. There is never clarity.
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Please Fence Them In

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Give me land

lots of land

under starry skies above

keep your dogs

and your cats

in your homes

and your yards

please fence them in

While I ponder

why my garden

once again

fails to thrive

the tartar-yellowed dog

dully, duly, dutifully

crosses from his pristine yard

to mark his pissted cross in mine

what say you

when spring comes

snow leaves

ice melts

on leaves

piles

November December January

February and March

his gifts to me

will be returned to sender

Daily Prompt: Good Fences? 

HIGHLIGHTS IN THE SHADOWS

 

If granted such a passion

I will dance in rain

Be happy with bad weather

And not cry for loss of schedule

The flowers on the prairie

Are doubled down with fear

That if standing straight in windstorm

Will tear them from the land

Even grass bends low

Shelters neighbors near

Keeps tender buds from breaking

Open petals safe from hail

Wisdom lives in prairie

Passed down from year to year

Inherits genetics ancient

Arranged gardens never know

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There are lovely wet adventures

In a garden under rain

To those that dare to venture

With clothing soaked and dank

Nature often shows her best

When hiding light behind the clouds

Living things run for shelter

And leave land unguarded

End of stormy weather

Shows clouds of yellow hues

Like pies baked upside down

And thrown angrily aside

Bruised sky looking saddened

Lightning struck and thunder battered

Silently slipping over me

Turmoil waning and strength depleted

That all the glory of the storm

Will go to sunset in the west

That rain left untouched

And swiftly skirted past

The last hurrah of rainy day

Will come from setting sun

Reflected off of stormy boil

And bounded down to praise