changing of the season
from acererak
A trill of air splits bark, ice shards cling, then. nothing.
Wind gnaws at the brown leaves brittle bones, to cut its teeth.
A twitch. Thaw sweats from stone.
The breeze sharp as a sparrow’s laugh.
Grows fangs of clover, chews through winter’s final grasping breathes.
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Oh! I miss you!!
from 
thehypocrite
Moving forward doesn't mean moving on
I miss you I miss you Miss you Miss, you You. You.
You were taken for granted. Shelved too often. NEVER the star of the show.
But without you, The show can’t go on, Even though it must.
And, I suppose it will. Time waits for no one, After all.
There are plates to spin, Lions to tame, Clowns to prat.
Time will heal this rent heart, And the audience won’t know. Not directly.
But, they’ll sense the loss And wonder why the performance Isn’t quite what the poster promised.
I have had to move on from other relationships in life. And it is usually watching them drift away in the stream of time. About 10 years ago, within the span of 4 weeks, I lost two people very dear to me. The kind of people who are with you your whole life. It was a difficult adjustment and there was plenty of sadness. But now, well into the doorway of middle age, I am finding this current round of losses (another pair) incredibly difficult. Far more difficult than those many years ago. Perhaps I am more emotionally vulnerable? The pressure in the world? Or maybe these souls contributed more to my day to day than those others who, while with me longer, had less impact in my living time.
Whatever the case, I am finding myself not letting them drift into the stream of time, but clinging to their memories like trying to save a dying man caught in a torrent, about to be pulled into an undertow. It is cold and wet here. Misery incarnate, dripping with despair.
This too shall pass, and I will have to be content with understanding that loving another person doesn't require them in order to grow in depth and expanse. When you carry a person with you in your heart, they will stay there whether you have coffee with them, or never see them again.
I do wish being gone diminished the pain though.
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After Spring Rain
from 
theriverpoet
After spring rain, Sun kisses water. My tears are Sanctified; Each liquid prism Reflecting morning sky. The soil where I was buried Puts out green limbs - Reaching for eternity In a beam of light. There is So much death in spring, And so much life: Perhaps they are the same. The blossom on the thorn, A consolation Of a sort. When they bloom, I will Think of you.
– Pour mes coeurs de tournesol.
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Smash Me In Pieces
from thehypocrite
Break upon me as water on the rocks.
A tornado is coming. It is coming for ME. I welcome it!
The storms of life come and go, threatening to revile.
But they never deliver the way you did. As forces of nature do.
EVERY TIME you Gusted into me, I was left refreshed.
Renewed like Wet dirt after a Summer storm.
An aroma of love Roofed by an arching Kaleidoscope of color.
Stampede of pachyderms RACING across the sky, Drenching my world.
But, a meridian shifted. Left: a dry barren desert. Arid places longing for a torrent.
Dusty hunger where once Were only satisfied smiles And spilling hearts.
All my surfaces are CRACKED and RAGGED lakebeds.
They… shimmering and white Beneath the cruel ambivalence of The light of day we call reality.
Tongues and lips Desperate for a Single drop.
So, COME, My WHIRLWIND!! Approach,
dear tempest, and unleash your hell!
Wrath of my sky, Let heaven’s fury Befall me…
And make My world new Once MORE.
Only when I am broken And SMASHED to pieces Can I feel sated… AGAIN.
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