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Chalchiuhtlicue

by Peter Victor


Cold and fast
And living
Warm
And dead

Nourishing
Loving
Raging
Threatening

All encompassing
All Embracing
Beautiful
Perennial being

Vital to all
And is killed
Continuously
Haphazardly

She then
Will form our tears

Ever changing
Never the same
Providing guidance
A model
That goes unnoticed

Only she
Cleanses
Body, mind and soul
Provides life
Goes unnoticed

Loving
But killed
Continuously
Haphazardly

This perennial being
She then
In death
Will provide our tears

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Pulling Weeds

by Peter Victor


Digging deep
She feels the weeds
Prying and pulling
With dirt under nails
Making pain

She works
Prying and pulling
Weeds

She works with care
Lest she damage
Tender
New green shoots

Weeds
Gone-by plants
She pulls both
While stepping around

New green growth
Feeling their life
In both her heart and soul

She can see
In minds eye
Blossoms
She knows will come
On the plane of time

Reaching gently
To a tall perennial
She plucks a blossom
To her face

Inhaling deeply
She fills her lungs
With present
And future past

Shining
Such a wonderful smell
She opens
Both her heart and soul

Light on her face
Now old and new
Brings a smile

With perfect balance

She bathes and rests
In color laden fragrances
Of mature blossoms
And new green sprouts

The sun shifts
The moon peeks
Looking over
Mountain rim

The sun winks
Says goodnight

Seasons turn
Her smile tightens

She sees and starts
Plunging fingers
Through soil black

Digging deep she
Pulls new weeds

She works with care
Lest she damage
Tender new shoots

Letting Go

by Peter Victor


The clouds were of a mixed gray
Moving and reforming
Ever so slow

Blood – dried blood
He licked at with his tongue

The brown and dead leaves of autumn
Wet brown leaves
Held the back of his head

His eyes moved
To the swaying bare trees

Swaying in unison
And at one with the clouds

He felt odd
And did not fit
In this perfect puzzle

His head moved
Up off the leaves
And he knew pain
A dull throbbing pain

He lifted his hand
Held it in front of his eyes
Such a good and loyal friend

His head dropped
Back to the wet leaves
His hand found the center of his belly
And rested

He could hear the distant roar of the river

 

A leaf released its hold on a thin high branch
Atop a tall swaying tree
And dropped
Swirling and circling
Ever so slow

The roar of the river moved closer
As the clouds turned and gazed

His tongue again moved
Over a broken upper lip
His hand lifted
And dropped
On the center of his belly

The roar of the river
Moved into his head
Pushing away the pain

The clouds lowered
Brushing the leaves from his hair

His eyes moved to the trees
They locked hands and swayed

He heard a distinct pop
As his piece of the puzzle snapped into place

He gently released his hold
On a thin high branch
And dropped
Swirling and circling
Into the river