The Bear

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I devour life.
It is sweet to my tongue,
juicy and delicious.
There are many sweet things
in this world,
but nothing
as sweet as their secret.
They will never give it to you.
You must steal it.
It is not easy to steal their secret.
Few will even try.
There is pain involved
and danger to your life.
Once you try and succeed,
nothing will ever be the way it was.
You will want more.
You will come back every day
and risk everything
just for this one moment
when the honey is melting on your tongue
and you feel happy
now.

Day 6 of the 2014 November PAD challenge.

The Oyster

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Keep this a secret.
Never talk about what happened.
Never admit, even to yourself,
how much it hurts.
Don’t cry.
Just
sit there
and wait.
Time will not heal the wound.
That’s a myth.
It will never get
any easier.
Still, there’s hope that one day
you’ll be able to look
at the fruit of your labour
and see it
as something almost separate
from yourself.


2014 November PAD Challenge, Day 5

Tawny Owl

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There might be birds with a song
sweeter than mine.
Many say I sing out of tune.
Still, only my call can help him
find his way home
and only my lullaby
can disperse the horrors
of daytime.

Day 4 of the 2014 November PAD challenge.

This poem is devoted to a couple of owls that lived in my yard last summer. Their love song was not beautiful, but it was somehow reassuring. Apparently owls are monogamous and they mate for life. One evening I managed to make this photo:

The Budgie

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The world is blanketed out.

The structure is gone,

the walls melt.

I am free.

My wings are strong

and my flock is with me.

I can now pretend

that this is my real life.

The only price to pay

is my voice.

This is my Day 3 November PAD poem.

The Spider

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So you are back?

Your absence

left a tear

in my fabric.

Do not do that again

if you want your story to be heard.

Do you think

my job is easy?

Do you think

others can weave a tale

as beautiful as mine?

Your story is interesting

and worth my time,

But it is my masonry

that keeps everything together.

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This is my Day 2 poem for the 2014 November PAD challenge.

Animals - The Snake

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I begin at the end.
Perfectly round, I eat my tail
over and over.
My words can kill you, yet
there is truth in them.
My form is something
to be jealous of.
I am the keeper of the door to
Level Two.
Forget what they told you:
You can’t kill me,
or trick me.
There is only one way to pass.
If you really want to learn
how to play this game,
you will need to travel light
from now on.

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 This is my 2014 November PAD Day 1 poem.

The Window

I am broken.
Where a stone hit many years ago,
a hole, a beginning of a sun.
Only three rays.
The bittersweet memory
of that one encounter.
I am not shattered.
The largest part of my body is unmarred,
except for that scar
on my belly.