the rapscallion's lair

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this is the moment you rise from the earth say your prayer to cold unlistening sky

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bloom anyway

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the muddy waters of deception reveal patterns conceal depths unreal hearts running rivers through the truth you cannot bury

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strange resurrection on a windowsill of change

winds blow with no provocation but rage

a miasma of deception on each tattered page

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all roads lead to home and when it gets torn down it’s time to build a new one 

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you are the bloom at the center of your life

nestle in nurture light narrate growth

you are the bloom

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stand in your truth embrace the light challenge the dark own it even when you want nothing more than to give it away

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poetry month begins:

sense and possibility

the way it all shifts when you learn to walk through rather than running astray

the way trust is a shell balanced on backs until we outgrow the idea

the way a heart always knows its measure of weight and its own constellation of scars

the way hope is not hollow and just holding on is more fragile than strength to let go

stand in the place where you live (work, dream, create)

holding pattern

 these days my time is turned paying tribute to lives lost or never realized

dreams a heart wove as you shoveled sand into hourglass of promise and empty

all the while pretending not to notice the mountain you were melting

and mostly

it's all just air

resting ripe in a bowl far too damaged for kintsugi

 rift-silent and hover proud

waiting

 [still]

and open

always open

for repair

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©Kelly LaFleur

listen here:

scattershot

i’ve got all these pieces shard sharp and jagged edged heart blood dark and silence hole

splayed across this worn wood floor tracing steps and trapped pretension as it all rolls uphill sideways

mirror mirror pasted smile fallen glimpses in the corner of reflection shape shifting loose oil carnage

and the dream I had before our room filled with smoke my mind-body shaking us both awake certain there was fire

i still see the haze each midnight floating right above the quilt i bought to shelter the you (or me) i can never quite remember

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©KellyLaFleur

some days rest in the place between

waiting for a sign

 a call of bird a slant of light a fallen petal

we wait and then begin again

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©KellyLaFleur