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No Lexicon

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There exists no lexicon

For the echoes of emptiness here–

Where the azaleas bloom

Purple, pink, and white,

While dusty looking

Lavender sends up

Multiple spikes,

As roses yield up

Open, thirsting mouths

To the sky.

Though the soil here

Nourishes color and green

Growing things,

While life appears

Apparently abundant,

Although neighbors smile and wave,

The soil remains absent of truth, of meaning,

Of love—of a spirit—of a soul.

No lexicon exists for the emptiness

Echoing throughout the soil

In this place.

 

A Cave We Build

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Close the blinds 
against the grey light.
Prepare a cave for the soul 
in cold January
as the wind rages.
Contemplation, prayer
like John of Patmos?
This cave
readied, awaits
the apocalypse
devils wish.

When the Familiar Dies

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wk 238 familiar
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She walks to the end

of dark uncurling days

at the edge of the earth,

witnesses the new day

split open–

petals soft,

beautiful.

She’d give it to herself

could it be contained,

arranged within some vase,

held within her hands,

that cannot hold

such flowering strength.

She breathes in hope,

taking it deep into her lungs

where oxygen mingles

with blood and becomes one—

a seed took root in the moment

as all things familiar to her die.

 

Questions

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Originally written for Sammi Scribbles Weekend Writing Challenge- Using Question in exactly 84 words but I didn’t get back to edit it down until today. 

Questions hang in the air
Like heavy coastal fog
On cool autumn mornings

Eternal questions of humanity:
All the whys, the wonderings--
Never answered prayers--
Laying pressed between the
Pages of a book like brown,
Dried flowers—forgotten,
Having lost their sentiment.

Speak the differences
Among roses, weeds, wildflowers—
Inconsequential answers
For inconsequential questions.

Could sense of counting
Out the hours be sliced 
Like blood, blooming meat
To find truth absolute
Like high priestesses of old,
Scry the answer 
In a blood filled bowl?

Bouquets of the Ramshackle

wk 227 ramshackle
https://sammiscribbles.wordpress.com/2021/09/18/weekend-writing-prompt-227-ramshackle/

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With ramshackle shards
Of heart, soul, self
Falling away like the browned petals
Of a long-wilted bouquet,
We create a riotous noise
In ramshackle attempts
To find some connection.

Lumbering, awkward attempts
At reaching out to touch once again,
To replace, to freshen 
The brown wilted and missing parts
With new bouquets of spring
Whose stems sit in eternally
Fresh, clean waters.

We dream of a life lived
No longer ramshackle,
With no long-wilted bouquets
Of a past to haunt with falling petals,
But a life returning whole,
To move without noise
Through the world once again.

Turn It All Back

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wk 224 marshal
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Marshal forces
Of the earth, moon, orbits of planets,
Laws of time,
All we hold mighty and true,
Stop everything in its tracks,
Turn it all back
Before the start of any of it,
Falling away,
Marshaled from memory.

Take Both for a Test Drive

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https://sammiscribbles.wordpress.com/2021/08/21/weekend-writing-prompt-223-pre-loved/

wk 223 pre-loved





A woman like you,





When considering a pre-loved model,





Will want to think about the year,





The model, the make, how it fits





With your social set after all.





No, not that one. 





You need a more recent model,





One more high end,





Less mileage, fewer scratches, dents,





And no door dings!





Here, look at this one.





Much more recent, higher end.





Fewer miles, scratches. No dents or dings.





Shopping done.

	


	
	






	
	

		
Honesty
	


	

		

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wk 222 glow





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to feel that glow,


let it flow within


and know in peace,


the truth held within it,


rolling slow warmth


like the sun in springtime–


that glow, that warmth—


nearly, yes nearly extinct, 


such a rarity to be found


though some try incandescent tricks


in mocking mimicry


its rarity rivals the hunt for new alabaster,


which always served a cold master


and there are no dreams glowing still


of truth to be held within the fragile


beaks of hummingbirds forever


searching the lush gardens of Babylon


for a heady nectar that does not exist
	


	
	






	
	

		
nothing thwarted
	


	

		

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We thwart not the sun or the moon,
the movement of planets, 
the coming of rains or drought.

We neither thwart 
our birth nor death.
We try to thwart what our hearts feel
And the desires with which it plagues us,
But our hearts feel and desire still.

Even our tears cannot be thwarted--
though they may not fall,
the tears fall unseen.


	


	
	






	
	

		
Tethered
	


	

		

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https://sammiscribbles.wordpress.com/2021/07/03/weekend-writing-prompt-216-tether/




Lightning cracked the sky today


Very nearly tethering Desire and Want,


Who entwined, rolling from edge


To edge of the horizon—


 


And I walked,


Thinking I’d make it home


Before pelting rain could chill


My heated sweating skin.


 


But I did not.


Clothes soaking,


Wet through—


I made it home,


Trailing water drops


Down the hall.


 


Finally, dry and warmed,


Dressed in fresh clothes,


I looked outside


To find a pink sky,


With clouds tethered


To the earth like me.