Tumbling

Photo by Dan Fraser

 

When I look at your face

I see a door

If I open the door

It becomes a mirror

Will your eyes be open

Are they my eyes

Worlds  of past and future

Tumble around my mind

 

 

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You can find my wife’s angel blessing cards at:

http://www.gloriousangels.etsy.com

The judge

Photo by Dan Fraser

 

The toughest judge of my case 

drew a frown upon my face

 

and made me pay time after time

for the unforgivable crime

 

of not being who I am

never enough –  a sham

 

only doing and speaking out loud

what rules of the dream allowed

 

I didn’t know the fog could lift

and leave the inner judge adrift

 

or that I could release my fear

and then not see him in the mirror 

 

 

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You can find my wife’s angel blessing cards at:

http://www.gloriousAngels.etsy.com

 

What if questions were air

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Photo by Dan Fraser

 

What if questions were air,

Moving from point to pointless

And answers were unopened letters

Hanging on endless sharpened hooks

In a hidden room built entirely

From revolving doors

That never open and never close

Pushed beyond the power 

Of unopened questions

I couldn’t pay the price of admission

So I had to leave

Without footprints in the dust of time

 


 

You can find my wife’s angel blessing cards at:

http://www.gloriousAngels.etsy.com

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Where do leaves belong

Photo by Dan Fraser

Where do leaves belong

In the wind, swaying

Green on the stem

Or lost, soft in the ground

Yellow and brown with decay

Or are they most alive

In a last desperate grasp,

from the branch, reaching out

wild in colours, shapes and sizes

For love and light and meaning

Against the inexorable turning

Of the great darkness

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You can find my wife’s angel blessing cards at:

http://www.gloriousAngels.etsy.com

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Black dot

Photo by Dan Fraser

 

What does it mean

to be inevitable

when does something really end

do things get smaller and smaller

until they disappear

like a suitcase full of old clothes

gradually there are fewer and fewer clothes

the suitcase becomes a bag

smaller and smaller

until there is only a black dot

that seems to disappear

but what if science can still trace 

and measure that black dot

what if the black dot

contains all the seeds necessary

to grow everything back again

houses full of things

people to love people who age

a story of many changes

a brand new pick up truck

and a closet full of clothes

they become old and worn

there’s a suitcase then a bag

it gets smaller and smaller

till there’s a black dot

 

 

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*You can find my wife’s angel blessing cards at:

http://www.gloriousAngels.etsy.com