I Have Loved a River

I loved a river
And she was wild
Untamed and flowing
Churning, chaotic

I went over the top and fell
Was tumbled and beaten
Half to death, broken
Nearly drowned in her depths

But I have never lived
More fully, completely
And I would take the plunge
Again and again and again

(c2016 thomas fortenberry)

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Mosaic

I swept up the shattered
Pieces and started to throw them
Up in the air with fucking
Euphoria but realized trash doesn’t fly
So I collapsed inside, blackholed
But then puddled there in misery
I finally saw the truth spreading out
Around me like sand in the desert
Each jagged, broken piece
Was unique and glittering
In the dawn of possibility
And so raining iridescent grains
Of heart, of art
I began to assemble a mosaic
A mandala, a new way
Forward, the past reassembled
In the wholly new face of the future
Mapping eternity.

[c2016 thomas fortenberry]

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Waiting

I kept waiting
For forever
To start, but to start
Over and over
I kept my heart
Broken, waiting
For never was it ever
Going to start
So I kept breaking
My broken heart
Over and over
My ever waiting until
I broke forever

[c 2016 thomas fortenberry]

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Bent, Broken, Grown Wild

I have climbed mountain peaks
Chased the sun, clung to the air
Kissed the sky daily
But I discovered true beauty
Deep in the forest
Bent, broken, grown wild
A solitary willow tree
Strong, defiant, embracing
Tomorrow

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Bowie Knife

Some days life gently kisses you. Some days it drives a giant Bowie knife through your heart.

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I Open the Door

I open the door
And the windows
And let light in, air in
Beg the day to embrace me
Winging its way into my heart
With birdsong flights of fancy
But every time I turn around
Someone has closed the windows
And shut the door
Scared of wind and bad weather
Or animals and bugs
The scary creep of bad things
That might possibly some day happen
But never seem to when you live
A wide open life
Bathing in sunshine and hope
Knowing that reality
Is better than maybe

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Cheers

Cheers

Today I devoured tradition
Held the past closer
Driving into the future
Because some days last longer
Feel like an entire year has passed
Like you, like us
Sleeping, procrastinating
Binge-watching memories
While tomorrow looms
Catastrophic, claustrophobic
Shaken to the core
Until the cork pops

(Thomas Fortenberry, c 2016 new years day)

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