I'm Charlie. Human. Facilitator. Activist. Therapist. Student of Life.
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Golden meadows
Sun dripping off ears of grain A dragonfly, passing by Finds herself caught up in its ethereal glow Hovering gently, she rests her weary wings Upon a single grassy castle below Light rain moistens the scene Inviting a rainbow to spread itself Slowly across a patch of sky One by one, each bow sends its colour Off on a journey, to mix up the blue The dragonfly closes her eyes She lets a little breeze Rock her back and forward Lets it tickle her soft slender body Lets the sun play with her iridescence Lets the hum of a thousand cicadas fill her ears Lets the song of a distant meadowlark Ease her out of this reality and into another Lets the raindrops wash away her heartache Down below, ants scurry about their busy work Worms blindly but diligently aerate the earth Up above, a small plane flies high in the sky Knowing nothing of the richness below And here, in the grass castles Af a sun-drenched meadow A dragonfly dreams in peace
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How can one word
Capture my complexity, And enclose my life? Why do you need To capture And enclose me Anyway? I am trying to fit myself Inside your language Within your boxes But I can’t Find myself In there Can’t find peace when It has to be pinned down I am sorry I don’t mean to elude Or confuse you I am sorry That my soul Doesn’t conform I am sorry I don’t mean To reject you I am sorry That I can’t find Answers Within your walls I wonder If my fluidity Is my freedom Encircling and enclosing Your boxes and your labels So rapidly That they cease To hold any meaning What am I Who am I And why does it need a word? |
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