Words falling from my mouth on Careless Days

My brain over-running

This was inspired by Tornado-shaped cloud:

I don’t think I’m dramatic enough

Tornado cloud shape

A wave cloud

Angry over all

the harm done to her

Feisty, lit, cold fronts

Why not live dramatic?!

Spread to the purple painted fingertips

Curl toes

Rolling through All, each and every,

Dip

Strong winds through the mountains

Meaning, fear was sacred

Legit.

The full scope of what life is. Beautiful and angry

Re-booting.

Calm settles, releases into peace

Hold space, Control and Shift.

I don’t fade, we Chip

It persists

I haven’t reached this season’s peak

They say, as a rugged funnel

would swill and swirl the guts down

Of course, she blows

of everything she IS

..

Orange merging with yellow

She, sticks and persists

..

Sunshine on the face

Embrace gentle air’s kiss

Nature offers the power

of every painted, scattered twist

Skies that illuminate when

human destruction screeches

When they take the universe

Make the business, contractually,

ONLY his

Admiring tornado skies

Will we scream, cry upwards

Until, the howling on knees

Brings relief, in the resonance

of all that lives

Believing we can feel every cell

We watch a puppy land in the arms

of safety through smell

Home is tangible

Nasal follicles transcend hugs

Arm hairs, breathe

We scream into the forest

Towards trucks that cut them

Not cutting, free

The nervous system – shaped trees-

that live

Expanding lungs taking in moss,

blades of grass

and the age of me

..

Desperate calls of wolves back

When I yell and stretch, till dry skin

bleeds

Lean into babes that could once

belong ONLY, in the moment

Think of their protection and safety

Absorb the love

Then, cut into conformity

• Pre-packaged into Tin

..

Those, living inside me

The ones, we’ve lived to have forgotten

We shame our little, grown, people

Dissonance, from human codes and keys

..

AI making expression, military

..

I touch her little finger

The deep elephant wrinkles seal

over soft, gentle, perfect

peace

There are generations

..

There is deep, profound love

that can be known

Our souls exist in cleansing, beautiful

Relief

..

When the tree absorbs carbon dioxide

It doesn’t resent it’s synchronicity

In exhale, it believes

..

As, on the walk towards the commute conference calls are taken, elevating heart rates

Surrounded by deep hundred year old

foundations

Roots becoming leaves

..

They leave –

but with the momentum of glimmers

Eyes up – and Breathe

..

A baby squeals, in Joy

My love misses me

The tone of her branches

Rests, harmoniously, on my leaves

Photo by Luke Chesser on Unsplash

Belonging..warm welcome

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