#245
My days are simple
my food needs salt, but,
the words are sweet,
these paths seem so tranquil,
and it wouldn't be hard
to admit to a jealousy
of those that take them.
If only those steps
would resonate
just a little bit louder.
#246
It's such a simple pleasure
to lounge and sleep in this house
the days follow with much silence
though no sorrow will slip
past my lips, nor escape mine mouth,
when my thoughts shout too loudly
to bed those children will go-
in their quiet i'll be myself so soundly
for everyone's sake, i hope so, i hope so.
#247
The frames around
those looks,
long fluent paragraphs
written in the folds of those
precious stones,
she stares through,
memorized in the
darkness, she said so
much, so silent.
#248
How beautiful that consuming
grey haze. By the pounding
sweet sea. It's different
inside the windows, it's
different on such a seat.
The mists come rolling in,
on the quietest Sunday minute
my book rests on my lap,
my mind is too consumed.
#249
The enormity of simplicity
catches my heels so,
the steps up these Everests
are set so straight forward-
follow the staircase up, up,
from far far away.
Now scaling stones
i can see their size
i suppose thats why so
few bother to climb
at all.
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