Snapshot

I stared out

At the Adriatic

In a trance

Breathless

The sea's wealth of

Emeralds, sapphires, diamonds

Multifaceted

True jewels shimmering

In the midday light before me

Kissed

By the golden rays

Of the sun

I, along with the other

Backpacked foreigners,

Quietly sat

Taking in its beauty

Words can do it no justice

Maybe, diminish it somehow

Time and we

Stood still

While sailboats floated

Gracefully by

Fragile in the distance

I wanted to take a picture

A memento

Of this place

On this wall

Lovingly preserved

For over eight hundred years

But I couldn't

It wouldn't be the same

Instead, I captured the essence

The oneness

The serenity

Snapshot

Eternal in my memory

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Quicksilver

Memories are an awful thing

Faded and wispy

Flowing intangibly

From one room to the next

Smiling one second

A few later, vexed

Balls of quicksilver

Rolling down my arm

Ever fascinating

And elusive

Exquisite

And destructive

No

I don't wish to capture

The whole

In the palm of my hand,

No Renaissance woman

Am I

Just ordinary

Getting by,

Its toxic poison

Seeping into my skin

Relics of sin

But I don't mind

The whispers

Mercury delivers

On beating wings

A reminder of things

Best forgotten

But maybe better yet

Never ever to forget

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Tattered Plans

Tattered plans I grasp

With impatience 

And expectancy

Frayed edges

From a thousand fingers

Handling my future

Hopes and dreams

Dog eared

Scribbled notes

Ideas

In my penmanship

Unreadable to everyone

But me

Surreal

But

Absolutely real

Simple dreams

Of a simple life

Full of words and color

Contained

Within concrete

And glass

Surrounded

By flowering trees

And grass

Fantastic in its

Normality

And variation

I aspire

To dance

Write and sing

Barefoot

While my lovies fly

With outstretched wings

Floating on a

Soundless sweep

Of positive chi

Zen flowing

In sheer delight

I inhale

Cleansing

Energy

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I Am Mad

I ranted heatedly

To a messenger

Before sitting down

To reflect

Why?

In the world

Am I so angry?

This feeling of

Disrespect

Typhoons

Within me

Slashing

At my thoughts

Such temper

Is not justified

But still

I am mad

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