Gwynneth Green poet and lyricist extraordinaire, her poetry and lyrical background are gifts from her grandfather, Bud Green

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New Moon Eclipse

trapped
stuck
in the collective trance
of technology
plugged into
wireless
a non-verbal communicative state
of tapping at keys and screens
where emotions are expressed
with emojis
instead of facial expression
the art of language lost
into abbreviations
OMG
PLS

hot

sweat
seeping from every pour
sizzling
scorching
sweltering
heat

no relief
thirst
unquenchable
a
ravenous
afternoon

delightful play
while
waiting
for eve to roll in

so that
the skin
may cool

a dip
in a naked pool

a splashing

collapse

i didn’t know it was going to happen
didn’t feel different or strange
no nausea
queasiness
light headiness or ache

i’ve been informed
it was the years
of wear
and tear
not caring for
the damaged parts
as they splintered
and broke
no

full moon morning mantra

i shall greet this day
with patience
making a pact
with the universe
to hold
tolerance in my heart
and
open my awareness
to understanding

being mindful
& attentive
to those who’s paths cross
mine
to cherish
&

silence of your soul

pursue
a path
of self…………….. uncovering
afflictions
addictions
weaknesses
and strengths
for as you stumble
on the pebbles
that pain your feet
enlightenment
is merely steps away

stray
deeper
into the glen
for uncertainties
are simply obstacles
expose

let me reflect

left me reflect on yesterday
peel the scars
like little bandages stuck to the skin
finding a breath
that doesn’t
leave me unsettled
let me release
the demons
that enter my head
drive me insane
but i’m not crazy
i’m not crazy
i’m

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