a touch

I found the earth to be more Flat, than I anticipated. Then, as the trees with leaves Began to slide. I found not a place To hide. Herbs, that smelled as the earth should, Lingered for me. Bits of green Tried to grow, in the windows, stood So proud. I glued myself to the window, So I would always be able to view the tree. Standing so close, I could touch Shifting leaves, waiving limbs Curves and crooks and such. Red birds had a place to land, Call themselves home At end of day. A place for them to be. All art and verbiage are @ olives and you 2009-2012 unless otherwise stated.

pEtals

I hear your fears Echoing, as if in a canyon The pain does not seem to stop Resonating on every rock And the flowers believing their Beauty can help know The truth of doubts Lingering inside, where to hide Their blooms seem to say Come under my petal and I will Comfort and provide solace for you The pollen lends a trail to follow As if saying come to me And the stems say we are strong This is a place to linger and possibly Make a home The leaves will nourishment For a parched heart All art and verbiage are @ olives and you 2009-2012 unless otherwise stated.

reachinG

reaching for your hand To Know I may not Understand Language like a invisible string will not be lost yet I will hold On and not let go I am not a string Or a balloon I am not a wind To gust and leave nothing behind Fingers entwined A touch so soft I have to look to see Who is holding on Who is leading Who is there Am I alone I cannot see the river Nor hear the thunder And the sun has no heat There are No shadows Lingering in view Where and how Can I start To realize I cannot Make time mean more And emptiness mean less All art and verbiage are @ olives and you 2009-2012 unless otherwise stated.

the mustard seed

She stumbled trying to catch up with him
This lonely figure she loved so
And her memories seemed so far away
The good the bad
The others making her feel, something new
Because for long she had been so numb
Pain a friend she wanted to lose
And smile again at the stranger
Of happiness, someone she knew she
Had forgotten how to say “hello” to
The path had got so crazy
Negativity seemed a relative
That refused to stop knocking at the door
Of life
She saw the blue skies every day
And bathed in the sun every chance she could
But could not absorb what she knew was
A walk to ruins instead of hope
So one day she spelled faith and grabbed
A mustard seed and said she would apply that little
Small grain, a truth of hope, and a chance for life
Ills to subside and not hide
anymore

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violets

so, suddenly she remembered the sunflowers
and seeds of a lemon for an unplanted tree
blooms never to be
the paint seemed to fly on the canvas
portraying harmony and like the seed
was never meant to be
and a bouquet that was free
from weeds I gave
the only color was, yellow hue

so she walked in the woods
seeking a blue
a flower to represent
her
and a violet seemed
a treasure she strove
for
a token
for only one
to see

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pose

I saw the portrait in the form of
A frozen statue and felt a sense of kinship
A pose of a moment to haunt a lifetime
Never to be able to release
So they gazed at me with a human kind of eye
Not knowing why they sighed
Or gazed and uttered an “ah” in a special kind of haze
Not realizing a passion was in a form
Not prudent to say
So the shape unveiled portrayed a
Scene we never were allowed to play
Yet they stood and yearned to be a
Private pose of me

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wAit for mE

I look through the leaves to find the trees
Harboring the past as a refuge
A place I can hide
Knowing the tales to unfold

I take a limb and put on my food
And tablecloth a place to unfold
All of me
And feast by myself

The wind comes to visit
And ask about how I really feel
No need to pretend and smile
Just be the me I was always to know

My bites seem not to have fulfilled the need
And dessert is on the wait
Just saying step to see
The life you were to do
Not the one you are shaping around you

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