a list of poems of written...i believe there are five...not sure

Ranting of a Crazy Woman

November 25

Driving down the road

10:15 in the dark night

Snow on the ground

Coldness seeping in the windows

20* or less maybe

No starlight

Windy

Shiver in the blackness

See two people

One woman, one man

Disheveled and dirty

She in her pajamas

He in a sweatshirt and pants

Her hair mid length

Messy, bed head

He with longish black hair

Curly

A black beard

Tangled

Both are walking

On the side of the road

Exiting a field

A mess

Hours before a snow storm

10:15 at night

Dressed in night clothes

Walking in freezing temperatures

Out of a vacant field

All disheveled and dirty

Was it murder?

Or rantings of a crazy woman?

My mother.

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Never Forget the First Leaves

My own judgment is clouded

Which one to choose

Both so pure and good

One more known then the other

Both I love

And both push me away

The one is fading

It hurts to think deeply

The leaves falling off

The outstretched branches of my heart

Blanketing my thoughtless path

Making the scene before me

Mold together to form one plain

No more direction

And yet I still scratch the dirt

In search of the stony path

The branches of the tree

Finally free to regrow

And look whole and beautiful once again

Dig its roots back under the fallen leaves

And begin from one

Start over and move on

Love another

The braches reach to another

And touch a new sunbeam

Soak in the beauty of a new day

A fresh breathe of new love

As new buds form on the branch tips

The sunbeam shines on

Doing only what it knows best

Not knowing the healing it brings upon

For one solitary tree

And each night it moves on

But the blanket of dead leaves

Keeps its roots well planted and warm

Waiting for morning

And another regrowth

Each day its leaves grow

Whole, strong, green

Encouraged by each meeting

With the morning sunbeam

And then one day

My sunbeam no longer warms

Farther and father away

The leaves turn golden and red

Snow blankets the cold branches

The icy sleep deepens

Each layer of leaves and snow

Holding the remnants of the warm sun

Waiting for the moments of spring

Where once again

Morning will bring

My sunbeam

To warm my frozen slumbering heart

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High Off Life

Stretch my arms

Giggle with inner delight

Feel the sun on my cheeks

The joys of life flying to and fro

Rub the sleep from my eyes

And flick away the body’s wariness

Ready for a new day

The soft grass between my fingertips

A smooth warm wind rustling the leaves

Gathers together to form a sound of oceans

The whirls of grass and leaves

To join together and sprinkle the earth

In its own greenery splendor

The sun smiles upon my joy

Sleeping with my head across the gentle moss

Dreaming of the open sky and freedom

The joys of breathing

And running with the graces of a butterfly’s wings

A never-ending energy

Pouring through my veins

Making my lips numb with each sweet breath

Gather the wonders in one whirlwind

Make a new scene below the clouds

With one sweep on natures hands

Heavy breathing

My mind soars leaving my body

To the dust it is

Flung into a new existence

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Directionless Mind and Writing…Novacaine?

A mind needs not be solitary

In one thought alone

You may be alone

When it comes to your views

Or when it’s time for a final say

Not all think alike

So don’t try to be someone

You think may be smarter

Or don’t show interest

In things you would never do

Just to prove your own mindful thoughts

Just be open

Surround yourself with new things

Red a new book

Learn a new word

Listen to a new sound

Find a new theory to life

Taste a new flavor

See new sights

Experience new things

Don’t limit your mind

Grow out of your box

Allow yours wings to grow and spread

Attach your talons into something new

Out of body and out of mind

New meaning to lifelong dreams

No direction

Kinda how this writing feels now

Writing about new thoughts

Yet my mind is really wondering what novacaine is

A drug or a revolution

Or maybe a food of some sort

Where did direction come from this?

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Labels and Obsession

Sanity has flown out the window

(A total cliché)

Officially left the building

Announcements left on pieces of cardboard

And little spiral banners and confetti

Left on a red carpet

Leaving no string to follow

No ballistic chance of returning

Say ha and laugh at the unfortunaties

I place small stickers on clean papers

Alignment a must yet a narrow possibility

Blue bar, red bar, white bar

WAIT Red does not belong

Sling it out…erase, leaves a smudge

Smears of something red

Where it came from no one knows

No one ever knows the simplest of mysteries

Blue bar, white bar, red smudge

Enough to drive the sanity out

And now there is a back smudge

Blue bar, white bar, red smudge, black smudge

What is this mess

Given to me by time and its ticking hands

Tick Tick

I refused the tock

Remaining focused on bars and smudges

And writing letters in between

The many inspirations of this building

Even on the many labels

With smudges of what looks to be blood and ink

What will the next visitor say

As I laugh at their own apparent confusion of my own frustration

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EAC