To her I return

An early lesson in trust, I found with her when she buoyed my body and calmed my mind in dark waters that hid more than they shared where the tips of my toes dared to stretch for the unknown that lived beneath She taught me how to still a tongue that had a lifetime of …

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beyond the desert thirsty longings quenched by a waterfall of stars 🌠🌠🌠 Written for Fake Flamenco's May poetry challenge: write a haiku using the phrase "waterfall of stars" my image, Lost Dutchman State Park, Sonoran Desert © 2023 MyInspiredLife

Candy Apple Red

There she goes bumping down the road wrapped in candy apple red Silverado short bed windows down, music up blond lift held with Aqua Net Nice truck! more than one said not talking wheels, I suspect She complements her spring birth month bull strength and stubbornness She’s no bull in a china shop though with …

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Real can’t be rushed

Busy hands can amuse a longing heart –             a tuck and twist here                         a fold there a little time and a lot of paper mâché can craft dull surroundings into colorful abundance The heart may applaud the attempt by pumping more blood through veins             but don’t be fooled                         the heart is no fool It is …

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Honey Thunder

My disposition may drip sweet             like prickly pear honey,                         honey, and I may step lightly on my toes             and on the feelings of others, but I ain’t no fragile lady who needs protection             or a broken bird that needs fixin’. I sure as hell ain’t no wind-up doll             here for your pleasin’. *** For too …

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Love language

He painted her toes sandy. Blending all the elements, she wrote his name in the shape of devotion. The heavens responded ~ turning the sky into his fiery passion and the sea into her pulsing rhythm. 💞 ✨✌🏻✨ ~Michele my image, Solana Beach, California © 2023 MyInspiredLife

The Descent

In the Valley below I know how to blend – slipped on heels in place of laced hiking shoes, a (curved) pencil skirt, business blouse, and polished presentation             Sure, I know how to blend in with the tribe,             hustling, bustling, and brain muscling. With just enough preparation I would be a pleasant addition             in any …

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Music on Main

Could be Main Street anywhere. In towns that aren’t consumed by plants             that push their way through cracks                         in the asphalt. Some cities pluck their weeds,             but growth remains stagnant, others have made investments in hopes of attracting             dollars and participants. Cities with endless volumes of deals and negotiations             (some documented, some remembered).             Mayors and …

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Closer to the Sun

Petals, stems, and hair whipped by the wind Rooted beliefs and thoughts twirl and toss becoming a new language when blended with the ancient Protected knowledge penetrates skin, blood, and bones creating shivers and swells Wings yet to be given this is the final ascent Secrets decoded confusion quells when the wind calms and the …

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Paper Bricks for Pages Blank

Dog-eared corners and worn spines on thousands I’ve stepped One after another a path of books created a foundation for me to explore, learn, and connect Along a path of paper bricks I’ve stepped Into valleys that attempt to turn lost souls into prisoners the words of others did comfort and protect Across stages where …

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