Solstice

I saw your words’ first dawn
on a crisp day of pending woes
& in your eyes, reflected,
the sky’s limit ~
piercing blue.

in these overbearing times
my gaze stays fixed on the horizon
and I gush forth ~
to whatever end.

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2525

filtered sunlight caresses
chalk hearts on mag(net)ic pavement
and i salute those rebel kids
for still knowing
how to play

there is a myth, clinging helplessly
to the bare branches of March
officially permitted
to drown in wifi waves –
stamped and notarized

life is in a hurry,
sporting business suits and clenched jaws
(get out of my way! no time, no TIME!!)
and i wonder
if there is a code in these fateful digits –
the true message:
2525.

Care

turn your back, playfully
and fumble
for your identity
in a lipstick-laden purse,
smiling butterflies upon
the ones who never care (to dare).

when Goldilocks hits the pavement
she will take the fall
in bright red stilettos,
fishnet stockings
and well-worn dignity.

would you dare
to care?

Anthology

I could be
a moment, tipping
over the edge of space
to fall
and never fall
again.

I could be
a letter, lost;
curving,
curling black on fading white
where words are left
unspoken.

i could be
a trace, sighing
on the shores of nowhere, turning
with the tides
as faces
change.

I could be
a life, swaying
on the thin line between
high heaven & rock bottom,
placing careful steps
in worn out shoes.

I could be
this world, unscathed
and never fully grown, as ages float
among the clouds & leave
the faintest kiss
on greying hair.

I could be
whole
& scattered all the same —
but in your arms
I simply
am.

42.

Hatchnumbers

4ever we see(k)
e(igh)ternity’s head stand
& ONE tied
to the 5-pointed star;

 water

earth                      fire

 air            ether

is that really
all there is?

if 1and6 is me, i need another one of these ~
for 2getherwemake3,
but that’s a different story.

“What do you say, Valenzetti?
Are we Lost,
hitchhiking the Galaxy?”

… but the answer is always
42.

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… a rather cryptic one for Laurie Kolp’s prompt about numbers over at dVerse.
Hope you enjoy nonetheless!
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Trivial Trinkets

in prudent dreams the slow walk fast
and spin a standstill void of bricks
unravel clay, sculpt misty weaves,
no magic in this bag of tricks.

when high we plummet, deep we soar,
in tallest shadow’s tiny shade
and youth turns grey in second’s years
this moment, memories shall fade.

Stand As One

wedged
between stone and dust
people find their voice;
a whispered word
rises
to ring true
across continents

open eyes
won’t be forced shut
by the sting of tear gas

angry hearts
won’t quench their thirst
in submission to TOMA

stand as one –
kill
your fear of authority
and grasp the strands
of a new Era –
under the world’s watchful eye.

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Dedicated to the fighting people in Turkey. Stay strong.
Submitted to dVerse Poets OpenLinkNight – come join us at the bar!