re-centered

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in a moment masquerading as infinity
her errant winds gusted me from my garden
of welcoming scents bathed in simple colors

into her swirling vortex of feigned helplessness
that ruled with whispers of riddled demands
and imbued my soul with the angst of vertigo

till she landed her vapored spells on a cadre
of workers bred to attend to whims and fancies
of queens cloaked in narcissistic gowns

and my wings were freed to find their cadence
to fly my weary heart back to the place
of familiar haven where my center lives

 

 

Once More

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Though the storm abated
when the morning sky expelled charcoal clouds
whose light sabers summoned guttural roars
that shook my sleeping soul,

I remain cautious with dread
as I collect branches broken before their time
and leaves scattered across the path
leading to my garden pelted by hail.

My senses await the portent
of yet more of heaven’s random wrath
while my bones prepare to rattle
at the mere hint of barometric shift.

Then you bring me coffee
and bid me to pause
for just a moment,
so you can read to me
today’s forecast of clear skies,
light breezes and
perhaps gentle rain.

And you assure me that
the modest wren shall sing once more.