Mosaic
I looked where the damp, chocolatey soil nourishes the towering
bold
grand firs
where the homey air
feels like his hugs.
where the wind whispers
to the slithering streams
Where the melody of the birds
can be heard over the soft rumble of the city cars,
the beep-beeps
of those commuting home
from their 9-5,
and even the purring vocals
of nearby pedestrians.
and I found
some of my pieces there.
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I looked on the dance floor
where the swirling hips,
the coos,
and the melodious beat
combine
to create the most precious sanctuary.
Where saltwater cascades
from grateful cheeks
and dark chocolate covered
cherries satiate thankful tummies
and I found
some of my pieces there.
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I looked at the local craft store
where I lose myself
in a sea of possible creations,
bold hues,
and miscellaneous goodies
and I found
some of my pieces there.
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I looked to him
where
tender kindness
rose ridden
lips like silk
to bare skin
collide
with infectious laughter
a delicate embrace
frothy homemade chai
blissful park bound strolls
collaging with instrumental tunes
and
letting my heart be naked
and I found
some of my pieces there.
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I looked in the reprieve of the words
my soul in written form,
my heart flowing onto
crisp wispy white
and found some of my pieces there.
I looked to the asanas
vibrancy flowing
through achey limbs
nourishing, full breaths
like supper when you’re starving
and found some of my pieces there.
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I looked to the spontaneous
concrete jungle adventures
phone catch ups
as the moon ascends
and priceless moments
spent chasing the sunlight
amongst amber and emerald colored bliss
and I found some of my pieces there.
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I’m still looking
for the rest of my pieces
and quite honestly,
I don’t know where else to look
but what I do know is
that once I find them
this mosaic masterpiece
will catch the rays of the fiery sun
it will simply glow
even on the darkest nights
where the sky devours the moon
and the crickets of my past
can barely be heard in the distance.
