Tag: poem
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Our Dance: A Poem
Let’s talk about it Let’s not talk about it broken wings, slamming doors, fighting words a pretty package in the sun a glass house under moon Let’s talk about it Let’s not talk about it both crossed my lines you didn’t mean for them to Let’s talk about it Let’s not talk about it And…
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Blurry Memories
Blizzard road. Red lights paving the way. Pretending to be asleep when we park outside the house. Papa carries my limp body to bed. He smells like cigarettes, pine, and honey. He tucks me in and kisses my forehead. Later I hear him and Mama talk in the kitchen. The crack of a bottle. Red,…
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Writing Freely From the Heart
At dusk, when the neighbors’ lights turn on, you can hear football in the living room and smell dinner on the table. They’re laughing about something you’ll never know, but it feels like you’re there. I take comfort in walking past the intimate moments of someone else’s life. It’s like I’m home even when I…
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A Look Inside My Grimoire
A Piece of Me From my insides you will find a tenderness so sweet it rots the marrow of my bones. Saudades for all that was and all that could be, Tendons full of music, bursting, waiting to dance. I can feel your heart. I can see your spirit. When the wind cries, when the…
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make it better
ungrounded, unmotivated, unmoving. walking in squares and hitting dead ends just to repeat it again. i don’t know what’s happened to me or to my dearest. all tangled in electric knots, in mounds of pity and I wish to whoever’s god that I could start over try on a new avatar leave it behind without…
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For My Eyes: A Bloganuary Poem
When I close the blindsand prying eyes don’t look inside an ease of my strokes is much easier to findIt’s by removing the lensthat I unearth again the truth of creationwithout any of the pretenseFor the river never stops whether you come to watch or lest you forget nature runs without clocksRemember your worth when…
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Never Alone: A Bloganuary Poem
You don’t need to have groundbreaking ideas every day, but you should find meaning in every moment. Even when poetry is the last thing I can get myself to write, I see it all around me. I see it in the way the power lines on my street look like crosses and in the scent…
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The best-kept secret
Striding toward the sun linked arm in arm, we always dive in headfirst. We’ll make friends with squirrels and fly with birds until it’s time to reset. I’d rather be idle than on the go when he looks so happy here. Because life is simple at its most grand, blessed freedom and mother’s rays.
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Monday Musings
Do you ever catch glimpses of the sun between dark patches of old? When the world opens up for you like a woman and shows you the way Suddenly every road, every stone is a gift to unfold.
Spiral Alchemy 