blondy & brunette

Sunday night shattered,

left me alone at the edge of the world.

with or without you,

but there could be no one else.

an elixir of madness,

while my heart cooled.

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the sun did not rise anew,

it was suspended from the day before.

invisible fear went through the air,

lashing and thrashing about.

“look what you did” I exclaimed,

as I exposed my seared heart.

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your creativity neutralized my fear,

leaving me with only burnt feelings.

a harder position to protect, arghh.

scalding pain begs for callouses.

but then like times before,

you ask me to swim with you in the cool river.

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with and not without you, and certainly no one else

-brunette

Chris Gollon, Girl by the Shore

When you’re sad and anxious

It’s better to be beautifully sad and anxious.

Blondy

Some mornings I awake on the rocky shoals of a shore much like those in the Pacific Northwest.  waves pounding the jagged rocks with ferocity.  others admire from a far, but in its thrust there is no beauty, only terror.

Some mornings I awake on a quilt surrounded by flowers and alpine trees.  sun bathed meadow with birds interpreting the symphony of my soul. I’m welcomed to the morning by true love and a picnic basket with fresh strawberries.

But it is the rare morning like this one, that I awake near those terrifying shoals, able to admire from a distance and know that I will be okay.

brunette