Somewhere Uphill

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Coming home this time
Old wars left behind
He was the same guy
Just an ordinary Joe
But changed inside
Hearing a voice aloud
Urging him to move on
Like dawn striking
Truth, carved in stone
Crushing shadows
Touching velvet hills
Going against the grain
Running on wind
Stretching limbs long
Constrained memories
Erased by action
No matter how it hurt
He had dared pull back
Tattered battle curtains
Drums rolling far off
As rains fell, grace
Washed valleys of loss
Gaining him new ground
Unexpected greenscapes
Somewhere uphill
Life had regenerated
He understood this
He was trending freedom

© 2013 S. Michaels
Green Light Diary

Darkening Sky

by Mukesh Mishra, wallpapergang.com
Perched, like a bluebird
Sky-blue fluffy hoodie
Windblown hair loosed
Flattened against plexiglass
She’s always riding the bus
Texting at red lights
Soaring through green
A girl in love with life
No worries, not like the guy
Next to her, all stringy hair
Mumbling to his walker
Too young to be so old
Jumbling nonsense words
A bluebird, broken-wing’d
Brown eyes. Gutter-black coat.
Is he crying or laughing?
She’s unsure, in his blue cap
He seems an echo of herself
And yet she is full of hope
Against a darkening sky
Dancing off into sunlight
The street guy’s face
Sticks with her, an enigma
Becoming a prayer

© 2013 S. Michaels
Green Light Diary

On The Other Side of Night

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Rippled dunes fading

Weathered steps of faith

Replacing failed commitments

Scattered, forgotten hurts

Left to the four winds. Journeys.

In the passage of becoming

More true to life and self

Not unusually, she felt

Much freer than before

Strengthened by a kinder

Wilderness resolve

Awakened by sunlight

As Earth’s green spin cycle

Spun round and round again

Nothing could ever tug her back

To what-might-have-beens…

For now, untimely praises bloomed

Deep. And in spite of everything. She stood.

Stronger. On the other side of  night

© 2013 S. Michaels
Green Light Diary

The Green Lake

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She’d had no inkling at all
No sense, exactly when or how
Or why, things crumbled apart
How she had let go of good
It had happened she supposed
During an ice age of setbacks
Metamorphosing her slowly
Until she’d turned to stone
A precambrian island afloat.

Now, bending into breezes
Set adrift with purpose
Arms jutted like toothpicks
On a tray of hors d’oeuvres
Her paddle dipped deep
Splashing silvery memories
On cupola-windowed shores
Recalling childhood days
Learning to canoe on Moon Lake.

Listening as great rocks sang
As choppy ozone winds & waves
Stirred her to twist stiff oars
Wide, stretching across waters
Where a bird dove after fish
And a lone loon’s song
Lifted her spirits again
Awaking. Her & the green lake
Laughing, expanding, moving on.

© 2013 S. Michaels
Green Light Diary

Green Waters

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All things in good time

So they say, so they tell me

Tell me more, old river

Rushing over stones

Washing away tears

Unearthing new dreams

Mirrored waves of the years

Let me see clear to the bottom

All the things I once feared

Things I’ve come to know don’t matter

Rushing on, green waters

I know you have more to tell me

Songs, sad n’ bittersweet, n’ true

I’m listen’in, river of my soul

© 2013 S. Michaels
Green Light Diary