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**** WINDS ****
Close your eyes
- listen -
hear the house tremble,
trees sway,
outside furniture moving,
wind-chimes banging up a storm;
windows rattling,
vents speaking of the outside
you are about to enter.....
Careful with the door
try to put things back in place
as walking the dog...
Hair blowing despite the braid.
Dog sniffing as scents change.
A coolness, a change
from yesterday - heat
yet gusts continue.
Tie up pepper plants...
breathe and return inside
remembering to listen
to the wind
and
its'
knowledge.
©Vallee Rose 2010.
Written while sitting outside at a flea market....
*** BUSY BREEZES ***
From the Northwest flows the scents
of the upcoming hours.
Humidity rising - heat flies by
overcome by a minute
whisper of coolness.
Quickly eradicated by a moment
of pure hot sun
beating down on black pavement
increasing the question of what's to come -
blowing tablecloths
and then a cloud
-calmness-
Essence of busy breezes.
©Vallee Rose 2010
**** THE BEYOND ****
Pass the trees - over the stream
into the beyond are the answers.
Answers to questions
locked with your soul;
too scared to see the light of day.
Why do you hide;
Keep feelings hidden inside?
Why do you throw away the key
to those you love, cherish and adore?
Life is not what you expected
in many different ways.
But it is life; it's fulfilling in some ways
yet you feel empty - wanting to hide.
You don't fit in with society anymore -
you can't help as you would wish -
not even your own child;
though she'll learn as you did.
So you continue to hide
as you learned as a child....
Not heard, not here
no problem, no issues, no discussion
nothing -
ending in loneliness,
grief and suffering.
The answer....
go pass the trees, over the sream
into the Beyond.
©Vallee Rose 2011
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