Slash pine
in your prime
branches like spokes
circles in growth
dropping cones
these brittle bones
hold seeds of hope.
© Brenda Aksionov 2014
Slash pine
in your prime
branches like spokes
circles in growth
dropping cones
these brittle bones
hold seeds of hope.
© Brenda Aksionov 2014
Passionate moments
solitary retreats
bursts of social intercourse
meditation greets
the spiritual breadth
of the bleeding beat
in my heart.
© Brenda Aksionov 2014
The rugged
and full wild spirit
of Mother Earth
in bountiful passion
we are fully immersed
and provided for by She
who cannot be tamed.
© Brenda Aksionov 2014
Fake friendships
insincerely smooth
always caught out
by cleansing truths
their shallow lives
repetitively uncouth
and unfulfilled.
© Brenda Aksionov 2014
Life’s swinging pendulum
takes me
there and back again
until I
find true love and then
my soul
is profoundly flourishing.
© Brenda Aksionov 2014
Fears controlled
by those secrets,
life on hold
with love never met,
has she the courage
to take the next step
and expose the abuse.
© Brenda Aksionov 2014