Wednesday, April 20, 2011

I submit

Submitting~
to the passion of the breakers.
The dogwood blossoms rush forward }}}


just
     out of reach |
                             | of  the undertow of hungry shadows

just
     out of reach | 
                               | of the receding house of contempt.



 ///// Driven forward
over riding the pristine white fence of fear
the blossoms elude the yellow sign of hell with a wave~


Fully  o u t s t r e t c h e d
blossoms fling themselves
upon
the shore
of my
heart.


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unafraid

`
No longer an imposter in my own life.
I am not fraudulent despite my inconsistencies
I hire out to have the dead tree removed
In the space  a home is framed
and I get more mulch.

'