Weather | Nancy May
blustery breeze
broken branches
memories of you
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blustery breeze
broken branches
memories of you
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a cascade of blossoms
smiles on faces
camera flash
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People who are happy all the time
Are a pain in my butt
I relate to moody and irritable specimens like myself
Who have to create out of despair towards the middle
Maybe that’s why I wear so much black
It matches my monochromatic moods
Looks smashing cool and keeps those shiny people in check
I love being me, brooding sulky and beautiful
I don’t want wisdom.
I don’t want truth.
I don’t want love.
I don’t want peace.
I don’t want revolution.
I don’t want sex.
I don’t want God.
I don’t want fame.
I don’t want power.
I don’t want faith.
I don’t want hope.
I don’t want passion.
I just want one more clever thing to say
on social media.
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—Shifting, Shifting, Shifting—
Shifting worlds separated by but one
Endlessly running parallel
Destined to never meet
Half way yet never complete
Shifting, Shifting, Shifting
Crash, Collide
All destroyed
—Shifting, Shifting, Shifting—
Don’t tell me of happiness to be.
Don’t tell me of love everlasting.
Don’t make me wait for you, my dear,
Don’t make me keep on fasting.
Don’t wait for days, and days passed by,
That slip through fingers casting…
Spells of fairy tales which dwell
In moments quickly passing.
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This poem is part of a collection of poetry and prose titled “The Sky and the Sea” which is available in both soft cover and Kindle formats from Author House, Amazon, Barnes and Noble and others.
A lack of curiosity
regarding the world outside your window
(or worse—the world within you)
is a great sin. It is unforgivable.
No virtue can redeem the loss of wonder.
Unexamined certainties not pondered
lead only to unbelievable rigor mortis:
the mind turns turtle/the heart an armored tortoise.
If you find yourself captive in a room
where all the uncaptivated agree
there is nothing left to learn-
get out as soon as you can!
To wage war against all doubt
is an act of murder-understand?
It’s as bad as killing a child
with your bare and blind-boned hands.