Until We Meet Again

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By Vera Robinson
12-1-6
10:47 PM

I Lost Myself Strolling

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It was a cloudy and humid day as I began strolling in the park, as I often tend to do. Many may say it’s a ritual; be that as it may, it’s when I feel the closest connection, while alone and missing you.

The fluorescent lights were just coming on; two of them flickering a dim yellow to white, and one had a constant buzz. I dismissed the annoyance. About 10 minutes into the walk, tiny particles of sweat started to crawl down the back of my neck, and slither down my spine. I felt as if I walked into a spider web and it was stuck on my skin. It was unnerving.

Unexpectedly a breeze began to whisper in my ear.

The wind began to pick up leaves and toss them in, and blow them out my hair.

I threw my head back, and began laughing hysterically!

Unbeknownst to me temporarily unaware of my surroundings, my outer self traveled.

I don’t know how, or where.

By the time I returned home…

My clothes were disheveled…

I had been with…

You!

9:47 PM

Vera Robinson © 2015

Man Of Sand

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Upon my exhausted arrival, to this marooned island

To my utter amazement, there he stood

A man of sand. He spoke to me in whispers and welcomed me

To this land. I smiled, and shook his gritty hand

His fingers were pebbles, and rough as could be

I pondered the question, just how could this be

That he could live here

A man in the form of sand

I asked “How are you living, made of sand?”

He look at me strangely, as if should know

Then shuffled his feet, as the wind begin to blow

I’m out of the sea; is how I form to be

There are many others like me, as you will come to see

We were all deserted on this island

But our souls are now free

For many hours we talked, until the darkness came

The waves were crashing, it was a beautiful night

He started to sing, til the wind silenced him

I looked to my right; then to the left

There was nothing… just

A pile of red

Sand…

3:21 PM

Vera Robinson © 2015

Afterthoughts

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Day visions churn my

…Afterthoughts…

Looking for bliss

…In…

The night

If only those afterthoughts

…Hadn’t…

Drifted out with the

…Wind…

I would be with you

…In…

The now

2:23 PM

Vera Robinson © 2015

Autumn Leaves

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LeavesAutumn

It’s coming, cloaked in colors of the earth

To live awhile, then fertilize its place of birth

With wind blowing leaves with its assertiveness

They twirl in the air, and rest on the ground

You rake them up, and make a pile

Add apples, and bees

And you know it is Fall

12:43 PM

Vera Jackson © 2013

The Climb

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Sitting on the ground, leaning against a tree

An inclination sparked in me, I stood up

And looked up at the sky, don’t ask me why

Just on a whim, without reason or rhyme

I begin to climb, I tried, and slipped

But held my grip, the wind started to whip

It helped build momentum, for my feeble climb

To reach the heavens

The next thing I know, I felt a bump….

With a thump…

I am back on the ground

Nothing is around, it is just me with my

Thoughts of The Climb

11:54

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