Venus closing in

Version 2At dawn she stood in front of the door,
steaming cup inside of her hands,
she noticed a star in the eastern sky.
It was dancing brightly towards the earth,
or so it almost seemed to her.

“Venus” she thought.

For a while she remained, the star in her gaze.
The air still carried the chill of the night,
with the hint of a promise of a new day bright.
But her brain spun stories
of planets  erased.

“Nonsense”, she mumbled.

She moved her limbs, collected her thoughts,
returned inside to continue her chores.
When her life got a blow
later that day, it took her only
by semi-surprise.

 

 

The reticent call of tiny things

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Drops of chant
leaves of mist
hands of light
have kissed our lives

and yet we do not realize

birds of airs
rivers of kind
words of light
have served our path

and yet we do not visualize

wanting and longing
running; unceasing
always and ever lagging behind
until destruction lays its veil
upon what once seemed comfortably great

angels of earth
mountains of peace
eyes of aid
have kept our fate

and yet we do not sympathize

songs of dew
clouds of paint
whispers of dust
have lead our step

and yet we do not emphasize

wishing and hoping
bustling; unyielding
always and ever casting about
until cessation lowers its bars
upon what once seemed crucially key

Not morrow and past
not sorrow; unending
always and ever making us bend
until we lose our sacred core
should ever define the here and us

it is up to us to legitimize