kindling

how did it come to be?
just walking a day at a time
i wasn't looking, i didn't heed i didn't need, it wasn't mine nothing big, nor grand
some laughs we shared
and a sense of life
a humor we found
in life's gifts and tears
yet nothing profound
a daisy on a hillside
snatched my breath,
froze my tracks
precious in a mad rush life your heartfelt words
for my silly verse
your worry for my fears
your open heart
mostly it happened unbeknownst to me
yet now it's here - to stay
a friendship of rarity
just so it blossoms
succor for the daily trail
but tis' the little stuff they say is what comes to count... 

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reena
a forever ago...and now!

skin

I am but aged skin

Eyes reddened with all I've seen

Nails blunted from walls I've scaled

Hair that flailed in many winds

Journeys that were so long and hard
Sometimes unable to take one more step
Spat out with waters soaked in my blood
With room to breathe but I can only sigh

Forks & betrayals so many I couldn't recall

Tears are water, don't wash off blood

My collections of roses and thorns and mud

I fell and crawled and stood up again

Rode aspiration horses of broken legs

Uprooted from land that was mine, familiar

My heart sent off to a permanent exile

So yes I don't know how to cry

Now I smile, and laugh but it ends in ache

Such stories you couldn't imagine in dreams

My accounts could save you some wounds 

Won't you sit a while, listen to me?

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--Reena

April 7th 2015