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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San Lazaro

My reality

Is out of place

Here

San Lazaro

Not syncing

With the natives

Nor the aliens

Copulating

Indigenes

Why

Are my thoughts

So foreign

I understand

Where they

Come from

And why

They migrate

But my essence

Does not compute

May-Decembers

Everywhere

I blush

In embarrassment

At the oddity

Though I'm the oddity

Thinking this way

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Beneath The Cold

I can see

Through your disguise

Stony affectation

Of icy regard

Beneath that

Frigid exterior

Lurks a burning

Refrain

Buried deep

Beneath layers

Of molten pain

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Sharp Sting

She plunged

Feet first

In shallow waters

Found the current

Light and swift

She laughed

Delightedly

As she frolicked

In its clear

Silvery haze

Humming

A merry tune

And skipping

Haphazardly

Toes digging

In golden

Fine sand

Aimlessly

Navigating

Its brightly

Shaded maze

On she romped

Boisterously

Blind to the

Murky waters ahead

When a sudden

Pain grabbed her

Legs screaming

In sad regret

She collapsed

Not far from

The tombolo

Her arms held out

In belief

A final

Stinging spasm

To remind her

The lesson

Lest she forget

To keep

Her eyes open

For not only

In these waters

Are sharks King

Many others too,

Though common

And quotidian,

Have a sharp sting

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A Well Without End

"Where you tend a rose, a thistle cannot grow." - Frances Hodgson Burnett 'A Secret Garden'

I stroll

In lush gardens

And hidden paths

Golden beams

Raining down

Sprinkling

Dappled light

Through the seasons

Of change

Plucking weeds

Along the way

Hidden

Between roses

And daffodils

Watered with hate

Rooted in anger

And fear

I cast them

Into the well

Without end

Hoping

Against hope

To never

See them again

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Another Day with Catherine Cookson

Another day with Catherine Cookson

Stories written of a different time

A different place

The trials and tribulations

Of the past

Still alive today

Have we evolved from the era of masters?

I look around and what do I see?

No

Only the masters have evolved

More cunning

With whiter and sharper teeth

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Maybe Both

Oftentimes I wonder

If it's the look

Of anger

Or is it covet

I see

In their eyes

As it flashes on

Something

They cannot have

Maybe both

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By Candlelight - A Memory

I floated in

A state of trance

Guided by

An unknown hand

Drifted towards

The flickering glow

My mind numb

In surreal reverie

What will

The gloom show?

My maw

A cauldron filled

With gabbing moths

Prancing about

In fancy dress

Shadows

Dark and lost

In four corners

Watched

My mourning progress

Seated by

The firelight

I looked beyond

To eyes that

Could not see

He

Whispered words

I no longer

Remember

Of circles

And truths

And company

I was

But a child

Pubescent

In years

But grown enough

To swallow

My brimming tears

I was

Brought there

To know

How I would fare

My present

From lips

Opened bare

My future

My fate

But

Of the whole

There was only one

One prophecy

No appointment

No date

Spoken in

The bright of day

In which I cared...

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Struggles With Love

I struggle with love

Poems

Are not

My specialty

Is in the dark

Hidden places

Where I love to go

My muse lives there

It's not that

I don't feel

Love

Is here

Surging through

My veins

Throb with

Fiery passion

Barely concealed

Filling my soul with

Colors

Radiant and bright

My mind just has no words

So I struggle with love

Poems

Dark and confused

Are my forte

Because I love to go

Where my muse

Resides

In the shadows

Calling me

I visit but never

Ever stay

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