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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a color

They saw a place that could be called
A home
Hidden among the trees
Not to far to fly for a day
To see others they cared to view
Just a place for you and me
Not too far from our favorite tree
A vision for who

By accident they found
A place to raise a family
To bond and grow
To have a place
To call home
Layers of life began to ensue

Flying by one day
As they happened on their way
It happened into view
A place for me and you
And potentially others too

One day
He happened to say
They were not a they
He was gone
And the tree fell silently in the forest of blue

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mirage

Look at the trees aligned in the waters edge
And they have no roots to hold on
Kind of listening to a song
The melody the words
Fleeting catching but gone
It makes me happy makes me feel
Emotions ready to explode
Catchy but noting on my pad
Carefully like a relationship
With a bad recipe
A big split is not so long away
I dance I prance and feel up and down
Music makes me go round and the dizziness
Starts overwhelmed by noise of someone
Reflecting on my life
How did they know
Where did they see
The emptiness in me
Like the water running free
No place for me to be


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sophia's song

Carefully she picks up the violin
And then the music starts
Harmony from a string begins
To flow
The highs and lows
Makes your head begin to live
envision thoughts
Like a hunger you had no idea
You had and now you begin
To fill as if there is a spot
To be claimed
And then the healing starts
Before you realize there
Had been this never ending pain
And the desert you had thought
You were walking through
And the thirst unquenched
You had no knowledge of
Was gone
All from the echoes of a
Violin song

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ever

Pick up the pieces
And look at the sunshine
And know the shadows are gone
For me and you
Take a walk and leave behind the
Trails of clouds
Just leave them behind
And as your fingers trail the water
Blue
Remember the color is just a reminder
Of how true I will be
And the love we seek
Comes in phases strong
And depleted
But through it all
I will be true to thee
Seek me out and you will
See the love
We have is a bond of steel
And although times are rough
I will be here to stay
Love is never just for
today

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the pencil

A spray of blossoms masquerading as snow
Filled the air
And a log, who long ago had fallen
Fashioned the peculiar shape of a
Crane
Embracing the waters waves

And while the music played
It Echoed The errant strands
Of cardinals Shattering tunes
Mesmerizing and altering

I picked up the pencil
As a gift
To draw a gift
Loving the
Person who
Gave the
Gift

Black lines soon ensued
Portraying a scene
Not littered
By emotion
Chosen by a spirit
Envisioning
What could
be

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not finished

what is tough?
It describes a circumstance
One would not want to go through
Inedible meat

Tough means callous
It means brutality
Take no prisoners
Being a bully
Selfish
Making decisions that usually
Hurt someone

Sometimes being the good guy
Is stepping back
But how far do you step back
Until there is no ground
For you to stand on

How can you love others
Yet, always want life
To reflect only you

I used to say “do not
Harden a heart”
That does not mean
Someone will not love you
It only means that
It makes it harder
To forgive and go on

When someone says I am strong
It is because they have developed
Character from what they have gone through
Compassion and Understanding
Are the rewards
Strength comes from endurance
From loving and being loved
For appreciation of life

If one has to fight too hard
For love and life choices
Even if it does happen
Bitterness like
A fallen bloom
negates the happiness

Remorse, sadness
They are like a
Small twister
Stirring
Memories

Sometimes it is just
To
late

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moments

I look into the tree hope to see
Branches growing
Instead buds of blooms
Have arrived today
Nestled among the leaves

A symphony of laughter
Arrives suddenly
Nothing contrived
Just the sound of emotions
Given a life for moments
Contentment resounding
Unexpected calm after the
Storm of life

Shared with all who
Have the courage to follow
The heart to proceed

Shared silence,
No scripted words
Hearts exposed
For all

Endings can be ok
Because each story
Has to be complete

The legacy
Build on good moments
Put them in the vault of
You
remember

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sPring

The spring has come, with a glorious
Entrance, shades of green popping everywhere
The winds blowing soft petals breaking from transient blooms
Tiny leaves beginning a new cycle
Shadows of trees slowing changing
Shape from an stark outline
Of branches
To a billowing bundle of life
Places for the birds to seek new homage
Squirrels to chatter and scramble
places of life, where seasonal continuation
begins To happen

We are the constant tree
And our life is a series of blooms
And weeps
strength and weakness
Mountains and valleys
Sheafs of memories
Are our leaves
Some feed and many fly away
never needed for survival
We will have spring
Whether there is new growth
Is a statement we
Need to ponder

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reflections

Slowly she takes her shadow
Of a smile,
And turns towards the sun
Knowingly

And the sound, of the fleeting strains
Of the saddest love song one could
Ever hear, makes her
Understand pain
Is
Universal

She hears the mocking voices
On the phone
Her smile saddens
Her head slumps with the
Weight of unsound knowledge
Applied to her life

He has no soul, so there
Is nothing to say

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