Poetry For Everyday People

Smelling Gardenias

I'm standing 'neath
the moon and stars,
my hands in my pocket,
alive with air, love
and chance, catching
glimpses, hints,
vibes, of what's
invisibly there,

our souls need reaching,
time to better ourselves,
feel ourselves, understand
ourselves,
 
our souls need reaching,
beyond science, conformity,
religious boundaries,

more underdog victories,
more hands in mother earth, planting,
more soup cooking, stews simmering,
more tea, friends and family gathering,

more laughter to offset evil
and inject our hearts with ease,

more colored light bulbs
to celebrate, candles to
meditate, more peace,
less aggression, division,

the sky isn't there
to hate, kill, and
greed underneath,

things shine
for magical reasons.



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Smelling Gardenias

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