fog

days later
I am still asleep
walking parallel to
every thought left unspoken
there’s a certain power in that
no parts lost in translation

by mary ann blinkhorn

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truth is a sweet universe

standing in fog

with hole-punched heart

i cannot regret the garden

its many faces

mere moments in time

belonging to wildflowers

 

staccato rain falling

(noticed more often in summer)

rain knowing its place

in the universe

defining destination

i struggle silently

spilling first drafts

into puddles

 

land of a

thousand words

nearby

 

shall i be lenient?

benevolent?

forgiving?

true to my words and senses

of course I will

I shall call it acceptance

 

by Mary Ann blinkhorn

 

Written for Three Word Wednesday at:  http://www.threewordwednesday.com/

This week’s words:  fog, struggle, lenient