Rue

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Rue

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Oh, sweet life,

How moments of clarity shine within

these brief glimpses of future, uncertain,

but knowing if everything is gone

I am left with just ashes and sin-

H.O

June 22, 2019


“Who gathers the withered rose?”

― William Faulkner

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Sunset

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Sunset

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There will be an end of days-

Must I struggle when the sun sets?

But rather drink the fading rays

and find my peace in coral clouds

where godly light reflects on waves

creating crescent gold vignettes.

And in the darkly impending night

my starless wishes will belong

in words my feeble hands will write

on one last page as the sun sets,

for there will be an end of days-

H.O

May 2019

“Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add color to my sunset sky.”

― Rabindranath Tagore, Stray Birds

As Wishes Go

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As Wishes Go

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I dream of flying high,

to soar above

my soul defying gravity.

I dream of fairy tales

of perfect love,

a torrid long affair

to sway my heart.

I dream of white full sails

to take me away

from this reality

that breaks apart.

And when I die,

I dream of dying old

and not from loneliness

or from despair-

H.O

May 2, 2019


“We live as we dream–alone….”

― Joseph Conrad, Heart of Darkness

Shadow

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Shadow

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In the shape of a shadow

my life cast into a bare wall

to disappear in the pending night,

for what is all but a bending light

casting shadows from afar,

a lone firefly shining bright

trapped inside a mason jar-

H.O

April 2019


“You don’t find light by avoiding the darkness.”

― S. Kelley Harrell

Wingless

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Wingless

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To soar, oh how I need to soar

above the rising tide,

when sinking fast, sometimes

forget to fight.

Such weight these wants,

when dreams defied

will not conform

to a wingless flight.

H.O

April 2019


 

“I wouldn’t mind

if life left me…

wingless

burnt to cinders

ripped by storms

scattered…like weeds

celestially wounded

without cherry blossoms

to perish with

but I would cry

with head held in my hands

if it left me…

unfulfilled.”

― Sanober Khan, A touch, a tear, a tempest

Balance

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Balance

~

When the sky is bluest and the waves are warm

and the breeze feels cool, it is there I am-

It is there my soul  finds between the cracks

how the light will shine in a  special way,

when the passing days hold a soothing sway

and no longer matter if a something lacks.

H.O

April 2019


“Something is always born of excess: great art was born of great terror, great loneliness, great inhibitions, instabilities, and it always balances them.”

― Anais Nin

Mist

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Mist

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Water running through my fingers

it escapes, this lucidness of days

like mist in early April by the ocean.

Maybe meant to be the ways

 of passing dreams leaving a trail

in quiet nights, alone it stays

my soul connecting yet so frail

this light that softly lingers-

H.O

March 2019


“The quiet sense of something lost”

― Tennyson