Renee Marie

I was simply where I had to be today,
nothing more and plenty less than my best.
I'm a bit sick with fermenting dreams souring my smile.
I was where I had to be today; auto-pilot got me there
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Even
in sleep
we spin
webs of worry
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From a backyard in Fair Haven,
Vermont,
a long, distant train whistle feels
like water sliced thin by my
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I’ll never forget her
carefully guarded lethargy and
verbal repertoire:
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What if I could slam myself into something,
break into a million pieces, and never feel a thing.
Could kindness be there?
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"It's an abomination and you
haven't even known her long enough to say
I love you"!
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Marching by
with the cadence of tired Winter
are gentle
afternoons
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Deep in the stomach of a flame, a rebirth dances.

Deep in the feast of contentment, a curiosity grows.
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In its season
the leaf fell.
Bugs drank
her juices,
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The blushing bride wears pink and white
without desire to break some old tradition.
Daintily she parades up the center isle,
angelic glow and radiant her smile.
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Good morning Neolithic, triune brain-boy
looking into the backyard reflective pool
because you choose to!
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I may behave ONE way
I may FEEL another way
I may inhale worry
I may exhale fear
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The total eclipse of the moon is of NO significance
to someone, tonight.
The heart is eclipsed by shock.
The eyes sting from a laser gone wild then
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Close my eyes an' I'm back
in front of you;
lookin over Jo's shoulder enjoying the view...
We talk of the scenery.
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Do remember where you were
the moment you realized
you could never
enjoy red
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I met a man who didn't rinse after
washing dishes.
I met a man who rinsed tear gas from his eyes
with bottled water.
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Knowing that somewhere
someone is drenched
in un-welcomed surrender
keeps one tender.
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From tiny seeds
in souls sown,
through drought
and famine,
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All in and spinning against the sharp blades, oils bleed out
but cling to the shredded beans.
With measured precision
and predetermined portions,
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"You ARE enough",
the therapists claim!
How can I agree
when I'm always to blame?
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