HEMOLYTIC

red-blood-cells

Fatigue

makes me wish

for more energetic days-

even the slow ones

were faster than this.

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Guest Bards: The Reaper’s Call

It’s funny where the mind takes you when you’re writing. I started this poem with a completely different direction in mind, but this is where it ended when the words took control and guided me towards their intended destination. DISCLAIMER: This is not how I feel and does not represent anything going on in my life, this is just where my words led me.

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Guest Bards: You Will Never Know Me

Helenas Pony

 

When Hamlet went mad

I was Ophelia

drowning in a river of tears.

But I came back to play another role

as I always do.

If you thought I was truly Ophelia,

you are Shakespeare’s fickle fool.

I may only be mad north-by-northwest,

but you wear your naïveté like a strait-jacket,

and that froth around your mouth confirms my suspicions.

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Growing Onwards and Upwards

Take my fledgeling heart

And help me fly

Show me how to trail a banner

Of love across the sky

Feed me mites of Good

And teach me a cheery song

Hold my trembling frailty

Let me know I belong

 

Take my sapling soul

And help me grow

Let me settle deep, strong roots

To counter storms that blow

Be with me through lush springs

Bright summers; winters bare

Let me show you each new leaf

I turn; confirm you care

 

Take my nurseling self

And help me stand

Wobbly-legged, still raw

Let me take your hand

I’ll learn, absorb, explore

But know that I am safely

Yours, until I can walk

Head high, secure, and wholly me.

 

Sapling Heart

 

I’d dedicate this properly, but honestly, there are too many of you who should be here. So if you know that you’re one of my People, this is for you ❤

 

HIS FIFTH YEAR

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Words don’t come easy
to those with a tender heart.
A subtle sensibility
of the potential that can lurk
in the human form.
Prudent, circumspect of others,
shying away from contact
until sure of yourself.
No, not yourself.
You seek the security of kindred spirits.
Allowing yourself to bond with all those
who will lift and guide your cautious soul
through the adventure of life.
Trust in them.
Trust in yourself.

And what an adventure it will be!
Such hope-
Remember all things are not possible for anyone,
But you are budding within the realm of
Your own possibilities-
And they are many!
You, who have captured the paradox
Of caution mixed with peril.
You throw it all to the wind!
You take risks with all but the human heart.
Wise beyond your years-
The world is yours.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, TUCKER!

You inspire me! Thanks!