G[r]o[w]ing

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Distance measures out in
mountains and pebbles
and ocean waves
Heights stretching through
peaks and treetops
and fingers of flower petals
reaching for one last bit
of sunshine
like roots searching ever
deeper in loamy soil
tasting every possible
drop of sustenance
tendrils spread as
moonbeams and starlight
across the heavy
expanse of night
through the thick
blanket of losing

– I look at the stars and wonder,
which will you be?

-KJ Roe

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Batten Down

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Swirling, howling, blasting
the wind beats at the door
Shutters shudder, clinging
to their perch, and
door holds the line
while chill infiltrates
the weak spots where
seals just can’t hold out
Windows withstand the onslaught
though their groans slip
between their panes
And in the dark,
fading certainty
trembling bravado
and the fearful hollow
where confidence once
had flamed

-KJ Roe

Prison Break

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The door is open,
I must escape
There is no time,
it cannot wait
Must leave this cage
of pens and files
where blood is spilt
in red-tape miles
Duck under threat
of deadline siege
and outrun duty’s
ravenous needs
Break free from
tightened daily chains
expectation’s gnawing
strain
I must run free where

Nature Reigns

Stretch out with my
arms flung wide
where breath can
truly breathe

I must look far at tops of trees
and mountain peaks
and wild things
hear the calls of birds
and streams
taste the fresh
in evergreen breeze
inhale heavy
mossy scents
as ancient rumbled
dirt is spent
in lines between
my toes

The lure of green
and brown and blue
and all the rainbow’s
many hues
hails with need
I can’t refuse
There is no time,
it cannot wait
for in the wilds
my heart awaits.

-KJ Roe

Contours in Crystal

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The glow of warm lights
wraps its arms around
traveler and couple
and quiet dreamer
gazing out
at the flurries, the
same in their shade
and in their cold
and in their errant,
erratic, swirling descent
toward frozen ground

The variety of their paths
a feast to those who look,
intricacies of their individual
shapes noted by the dedicated
and the patient and the
ones who look deep,
infinitely different,

Infinitely beautiful,
each one a fingerprint
of its own faithful
hopes, dreams of
drift or tree-lace
or child’s laughing
snowball-fight screams

Evidence of their
numbers piling up
in hills and cakes, covering
roofs and transforming
landscapes into a
new sort of world
where the magic
of wonder and the
power of love

illuminate
the darkness,
where hearts hold
no malice,
where brother
recognizes brother,
no matter his shape
no matter his shade

Snowflakes dancing,
drifting, bumping
their way through a life of
indescribable
Beauty and
unpredictable winds,
and the shapes we make
as we come together
become
the picture of our legacy
before our bodies
melt into the land

-KJ Roe

Metamorphosis

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Soft and pliant
No shield
No boundaries
No protections
Now hidden, now enwrapped
As a being ensorcelled
Cocooned in layers
A chrysalis of experiences
Of losses
And breakings
And shatterings
Now emerging, now changed
A creature unexpected
Broken from layers
A freedom of scars
– They didn’t warn of the pain.

-KJ Roe

 

 

An Ode

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The memories drift back

as I gaze at your lines

A crowd of thoughts

sparked by the shape of you

Moments left behind

in the dust of time and

dim remembrance

A rainbow of hues

stack upon stack

Or flung in bright

disarray, like wildflowers

In a field of gentle

reminders, each one

Bumping into another,

vying for recognition, to be

Plucked from the motley

throng, rewarded at last by

A touch, an engulfing grasp,

a soaring flight

into sticky note heaven.

-KJ Roe

An Architecture of Life

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People say that
it’s better to be strong
to be independent
to know there are no
promises
and to rely on
yourself
because they’re going to
let you down
anyway.

They tell you to
build your own life
hold your head up high
and to always
be ready
to strike out on
your own.
And I will.
I will be strong
and hold my head up high
and build
my own life

But this is how
I’ll do it:

Reach out my hands
with the amber light
of friendship
Plant the seeds for
emerald new
adventures
I’ll stop and stare
at brilliant orange
sunsets
Feel the violet sorrow
of the heartbreaks
and know that
I’m alive

I’ll drink the
calming blue
of the sea
Ask the questions
of a thousand
stories
Release the laughter
bursting
in my chest
Sing the melodies
dancing
in my veins

I will open my heart
to the radiant
beauty
of this world
and build a life of
magnificent
fullness
in gratitude’s
vivid freedom

-KJ Roe