Inside, Will the Sun Shine?

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I wish it was possible to live
without a heart,
and walk inside a head
without thoughts
and dread.
And as I was walking in my head,
the lighting wasn’t set –
good moods left me at the lamppost –

its metallic flavour permeated my tongue
as I wrapped my cold arms around it,
while your taste
and the taste of blood
brought me darkness and tears.
I had hoped reinventing
the sunshine would bring me
memories like ham rolls,
and hot mustard
spilled onto a tablecloth of time
where I’d lay out my choices;
of meetings in the square,
casual and attentive,
awash with shadows
when they came to serve the daylight,
and with more than enough warmth
to dry these morbid tears.

I still walk for hours and hours,
but never venture out.

Bring me sunshine,
bring me laughter,
bring me love.

Warm Sun

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Sock Monkey  had a day off and spent it very wisely. This is one of many outstanding pictures. Thank you, Monkey.

sweet whistles
give a voice to fringed
white snowflakes;
an illusion held aloft,
stopped on the bough
of gravity –
glinting sunshine
is the buttery Yellow Warbler
swaying for an instant
before flashing out
to swing on sprays of grape vines
like a yellow sunbeam
making daylight
pale into the shadows
hidden between the willows
in wet, lush marsh.
Song comes
from small, strong whirling leaves,
half green of spring,
half autumn yellow,
its restless flitting
and soft, low warbling trills;
become the melody
from a long journey –
on the wind they dreamt
of blossoms, buds, balmy air, sunshine,
and lilac speckles of home
where they blend like the petals of
grass gown daffodils.

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