Gripped

The wailing continued

With it the soul

Gripped in anguish

A heartrending sound

Torn and crumbled

Not lived to its meaning

The wind howling

Through open windows

In empathy

Trees stooped

In understanding

Lost dreams

Forgotten

Sometime around

The third decade

I sat listening

To the tears

Of unfulfilled days

Unrealized hours

Missed seconds

Bowed head grieving

And the wailing continued...

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Convo With Nature

Morning walks

I inhale the sea air

Conversations

With nature

A well entertaining

Time

Take Mr. Meso

(As I call him

Short for Mesozoic

A plant as large

As my man he is)

For instance

He said to me today

"When one has been

Around as long as I have,

One takes things in stride.

The sun will rise again

And again and again."

Food for thought

I say

As I carry on

In thoughtful silence

Mrs. Pod

Waves hello

As I saunter by

(Our morning ritual)

Her large pods

Quivering merrily

'And how are you this morning,

Mrs. Pod?', I ask.

"Oh fine dear just fine.

Although my pods

Are gettin' on a bit.

They're ready to shed

But I do hate to lose 'em.

I'll be gettin' new ones

Next season but still..."

'I know what you mean

Mrs. Pod but

The sun will rise again.'

Quoting Mr. Meso

I smile and continue on

Toward my Java treat

Next to the dive shop

Well earned

I say

As I sip

In thoughtful silence

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