Depressed

The flower that grows
In the terra cotta pot
By the garage door
Had the audacity
To bloom today.

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Sunday Morning Ritual

The rock fountain
Outside my sliding
Glass bedroom door
Creates a sense of peace
And tranquillity
In my weary stress
Filled mind.

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Just One Last Point…

I realize it now,
that a few
days have passed
and my head
is no longer
affected by spirits
and illusions of
grandeur
and self-importance
that I may have
been too hard on you
the other day…

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Copper Creek

Light of the half-moon casting shadows;
Stars as far as the eye can see.

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Questionable Existence

Does the fantasy
That resides
Inside your head,
Keep you from having
To face the dread
Of an empty existence?

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You Don’t Own Her

The child without an anchor
Flies free into the face
Of a brick wall.

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