The 1970’s

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A Prose Poem

The guitars were heavy then, with a lot of metal. The drums were a big brother, speaking with power, no whimpiness, never just coasting, only driving full speed. Chevys with mag wheels, spinning, fish-tailing, calling the grown-ups liars, because it was all about the anger. V8’s roaring. Anger of our youth, in the parking lot of McDonald’s with beer, hanging out. Quick hide it!

Dates at the movies, sometimes in the car, wondering who she really was, but not listening to her voice. She did have a beautiful….way. Searching the starlights, wanting to feel alive, maybe it’s in the Zen? She was on a different level, I was on the ground looking at the trees, breaking boards in Tae Kwon Do.

The answers were in the woods then. Never alone but solitude, comforting, calling like a silent snow falling on the trees. I discovered I had a spirit, but needed a job. Working, money, more car money, fixing the tail pipes.

And then there was college, an experiment really. Looking for the right one, but I would not meet My Love, until years later. I had some growing up to do. Thankfully, she understood me.

        

Writing © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

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Peace and blessings to everyone.

“If you love nature, you will love people.”

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She Gave Him a Heartbeat

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He was a piece of stone,

frozen,

waiting for her gentle carving,

a chisel, to set him free,

to give him shape,

some form,

a frame of bones.

It was her perfume,

her nose,

on his, an arm,

skin to show him more,

than jumping, and racing for clouds,

that there was electricity,

from heaven,

it was about a heartbeat,

of giving,

surrendering,

self on the floor, yet reaching,

teaching about colors,

and that people matter.

It was slow at first,

but he came alive,

in her arms,

and he realized,

there was such a thing,

called love.

He is awake now.

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

Peace and blessings to everyone.

“If you love nature, you will love people.”

He Gave Her Wings

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It was his gentleness,

that dismantled her fears,

he had a large back,

but it was his hands,

on her shoulder,

his lips,

on her cheek,

his whispers of faith,

in her ear,

that brought her out,

called to her,

and she could stop hiding,

because she knew now,

how to trust,

he was her shield.

As she walked, she grew wings,

and she was able to fly now,

spirit in the mountains,

loving his poetry, she had the eyes,

of an eagle,

river flowing far beyond her dreams,

crushing nightmares,

with a candle.

She was whole again,

not just a piece,

together, secure,

and filled with love,

nothing can hold her back now,

not ever,

she has her wings.

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

Peace and blessings to everyone.

“If you love nature, you will love people.”

In the Corners of My Mind

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In the corners of my mind,

there is a cabin,

tucked away in the forest,

where you and I are relaxing,

with some good books,

next to a soft fire, keeping us,

warm,

clean sheets,

and quilts, on the bed,

some eggs cooking,

a frying pan,

I can smell them cooking,

with butter.

Sometimes, it is snowing outside,

when it’s warm enough,

we go for long walks,

surrounded by the eternity,

of the woods, stability,

bringing comfort.

Inside, a kiss,

just below your ear,

whispers of love,

as we stir the fire.

In the corners of my mind,

there is always you,

always,

your presence,

in my mind,

in my heart, and my life,

you make life worth living.

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

Peace and blessings to everyone.

“If you love nature, you will love people.”

In August

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In August I think of the park,

by the lake, with the picnic table,

I was your knight on one knee,

humbled by your love,

my queen.

It was a royal season,

victories won without banners,

scars erased, swords put away,

winning purple velvet,

throwing away burlap.

For the first time,

we trusted,

gold and silver,

came to the surface,

we never knew,

what love was, until,

we discovered the safety,

of each other.

It began in August,

in the park, by the lake.

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

Peace and blessings to everyone.

“If you love nature, you will love people.”

Your Eyes Were Softer

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Do you remember the cabin?

on the lake, your eyes were softer,

holding the light there,

to share, as you turned to me,

answers instead of questions,

saying there would always be,

love in the house, our souls,

like balloons,

lifting us,

taking us away,

and landing us safely,

softly, in a field with flowers,

green caressing our feet,

your eyes were softer,

by the lake.

Do you remember?

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

Blessings to everyone and peace!

“If you love nature, you will love people.”

On the Deck

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As we ride the waves,

further off the coast,

the horizon of infinity,

seems closer.

What is it about the ocean,

that makes us cry?

Your eyes filled with tears,

ready to launch,

as my heart sinks,

looking at your face,

I realize, I was wrong,

like I often am.

Tossed,

as the boat picks up speed,

I want to break my own heart,

can I reach out?

will you pull back?

I risk a kiss,

on your forehead,

as we hold on to the railing,

the words come out softly,

will you forgive me?

I’m sorry I was angry.

You hesitate,

and risk everything, accepting my embrace,

as the sky meets the ocean,

we are one again,

falling into each other’s arms,

healed,

through forgiveness.

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

Blessings to everyone, and peace!

“If you love nature, you will love people.”