I escaped the news last week...

I Escaped the News Last Weekend

I escaped the news

last weekend, wanting a world

  with everything

set right; I returned to the

sleepy beach hideaway of

  my youth

Tumultuous waves

rolled over one other,

going nowhere really -

Cold rain slapped my face,

drops ran down my neck;

the wind meowed around me.

Unoccupied worn

cedar-shake homes welcomed me,

  the hamlet asleep,

but for a blurred red street light

The drive was well worth 

the time to capture 

one quintessential sunset, 

one to ride horses

straight into!

Unyielding dunes clung 

to sea grass. I breathed in so

deeply the salty sea air

Theoretically, my

fearful thunderous 

thoughts subsided and I felt 

beyond carefree.

Feet to a fire, a cup of

mulled apple cider 

added to the ambient quiet

Conceived of literature

and art in my heart,

I channeled Hemingway and

 Picasso; I wrote, sketched and

painted through the night 

Ultimately, 

I am taken aback how 

truly, I now see, 

birth overcomes death 

...every day

and I am the only one
in my way

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Not enough rain..

There once was a time for sloughing
what we had was gone
dampened by infidelity
You said I did nothing wrong

No rain fell there to rinse away
aching arteries
barricaded by loves locked chains
heart and soul still cindery

There was not enough rain to wash
away fallout left
letting particles cling about
irretrievably bereft

Along came the rain to erase
old ways of feeling -
refreshing downpour, detailing, 
waxing, waning, then healing

Now hovering on my shoulders,
a white cloud holding
no rain, for the heart, mind and soul
together are enthroning





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