Ghosts do reside
where we don’t think
to hide
in shadow hearts or memory
Ghosts nestle deep
burrow dark within
cry whispers
“let me in.
Category Archives: Death
Hole
This is Hole
where light either enters
or exits
a shape that beckons
look up look—
and you do.
Free Will
means no
more choices.
Forest
Morningbird
raindance reels
light stepping rhythm
landing’s challenge between
adornment
from death
emergent life.
Beauty.
Stood
Inside stand
stand in wood
if might may wield
they could they would
why not we should
transform
a tree
neat pile
of wood.
Chair
Come.
Tree left it
for you here
before he fell
crying his
thunderous earthsong
sit erect
eyes open
Listen
for Wind.
Rose
Rose
in rainwater
roadside grey mud
cloud fade
petals opaque.
Oh, blossom
flow life red blood
lay flesh pale
surrender to flood.
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