Stellar Minx

Stellar Minx

celestial rocks break free

from intergalactic rides

streaking in their final blaze of glory

across charcoal cajun blackened skies

sprinkled with shimmering stars and planets

giving us pause to marvel

at what we romanticize as falling stars

are nothing short of amazing

but meteors cleverly disguised…

— -©g.a.meeder, 2018®

 

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Simplicity(My Bouquet of Wisdom)

My Bouquet of Wisdom,–©g.a.meeder, 2018®

Simplicity
(My Bouquet of wisdom)

tiny seeds of life
that have taken root
give me a
simple pleasure
that only goes
to show
how easy to please
i have become in my life
with the smallest bouquet
of wildflowers
hand picked
for good measure.

–©g.a.meeder, 2018®

 

“Simplicity is not style, it is a state of harmony.”

Naoto Fukasawa

 

 

 

 

 

 

Eyes in The Clouds

eyesfloorofheaven

I took this photo the other day while we were on the back roads of Ohio…Amish country back roads. Discovered the eyes in the clouds as I perused my camera roll…And whatever you may believe or not believe this photo made me think of this old song from Steve Warnier…

                 “Eyes In The Clouds”—©g.a.meeder,2017®

 

 

 

 

 

Your Memoir

Your Memoir

wrinkles sprinkle life and

your passionate search for it

boldly written in novellas of

experience sketched across your face

softly speaking you are loved

so for that reason alone

they should never be erased

your face has become a memoir

a bestseller, of mammoth proportion

to be cherished and treasured.

leaving me with a burning desire

to read you over and over again.

— -©g.a.meeder, 2012®

 

 

 

Unshakable

 

Unshakable 

I refuse to make

any apologies for the way you make my

cheeks flush, pulse chase, heart race when

your hand brushes past my face.

—©g.a.meeder, 2017®

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Crushed

Crushed

crushed to say the least
since you searched
hunted up for me 
as if you would die
without seeing
me once again
eye to eye
only to hurry up
and say hello
just to say goodbye
who does that?
other than an ego
that derives pleasure
to watch me
slowly turn away
and once more
die inside…

—©g.a.meeder, 2017®

 

 

 

 

Stolen Thunder

Stolen Thunder

a cynical cold heart
i have become
against all my best
of intentions
my failures
have caught up
drowning out my
spirit of youth
you at one time
could recognise
inside that glimmer
in my eyes
you’d complimented
how it had escaped me
now i must lower
my eyes for i
do want you to
discover how it
has finally gotten
a hold of me
so that it will
not steal your
spirit as well,
become your disease.

—©g.a.meeder, 2017®