within the forest
the old gods have their options
when the humans stray
the whispering trees within
weaving their words of silence
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Lunch Break Thoughts
Watching the way the wind blows through the blooming buds of the ornamental pear trees.
I feel the petals, twigs, and random wrappers brush past my cheeks and legs.
The eventuality of my circumstances is within those random wrappers moving in the wind.
Living within the walls of an office was never for me.
Lost in a Fantasy Novel
shrouded in the dark
beyond this life I venture
ascending stone steps
a yearning for this stone place
the familiarity
the brooding cloud sky
an awakening within
the familiar walls
no longer myself walking
words of a spell I don’t know
Dog Contemplation
Watching the leaves move.
He is eating something I would love
Why does he never share?
Walking with him is bliss.
To run and jump around is freedom
He seems sad about this
Wanting to be close at night
denied the comfort of his grand bed
I want to understand him
My human
Hiking for One
So many failures
What could have been plays the reel
wrinkles are forming
imaginary goals
laughter from the family
Begone with this shit
beginning the journey
feeling Bilbo Baggins vibes
minus the gold ring
hiking party for one
The hill eluded her for years
tripping over grass
Bird Watching
a tempting solace
watching the way the birds dance
in the backyard grass
Rebellious Eating
beer in the garden
cake for breakfast with coffee
wine in the work mug
all the rules must be broken
cheese and crackers just in case
Sparrows
The Wind and Sleet come
Water on the Windscreens and
the Windows of Home
Sparrows on the bare branches
Lost to the rain and the Wind
Three Versions
in the morning fog,
in my morning brain fog,
I sit at a cafe table.
I am eager to type words,
a lil photo of a coffee,
whimsical free Facey post.
Unintended consequences,
uneducated, she thinks,
asking about my comments.
a reactive grumble brews,
a desire to comment,
seeking clarity, edit the post.
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In the morning fog,
in my morning brain fog,
I sit at a cafe table.
I am eager to type words,
a photo of a coffee,
whimsical free Facey post.
Unintended consequences,
uneducated, she thinks,
cutting into my comments.
A reactive grumble brews,
a desire to comment,
seek clarity, edit the post
—
In the morning fog,
in my morning brain fog,
I sit at a cafe table.
Wordly & eager to type,
a photo of a coffee,
whimsical Facey post.
Unintended consequences,
uneducated, she thinks,
cutting into my comments.
A reactive grumble brews,
a desire to comment,
seek clarity, edit the post
Grass moves with the wind
Granting myself peace to dream
From the train window
C & K 