poetry
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“If you were alive during the Elizabethan times, you’d be the perfect muse.”
I’m smiling for the umpteenth time today, I catch my breath because I realise why; I…
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Drought-Breaking Rains
“Parched glissando of moonlight” may be the inspiration to break the drought. I had searched within…
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Main Character Syndrome
Not everything that feels good is balm for the soul and soothes the heart. Believe me,…
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Shiraz and Tears
heavy crimson liquidcoats my throatbrings me no reliefI would have acceptedpleasure or paralysisinsteadthe pit deepensand I…
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Progress
A work in progress: still I see mostly fault lines and flaws, but you teach me,…
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Blush & Blossom
In dark and dusty corners of my mind, where shadows dance and secrets (covered) lie, truth…
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Lost
(from a week or so ago – I forgot to post it at the time!)Every time…
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Because of You
I found the anger once, or rather, it found me, when first I crossed the bridge…
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Autopsy
I do have one question. If anger is a secondary emotion, why are you asking me…
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Pursuit and Rest
I am surprised you found me here; it is dark and dirty. I am well hidden,…
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Gianduja
I wonder how you feel tonight. Don’t mistake my wondering for concern. I hope you feel…
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And in her ears, the little seashells
The waves are a deep crimson, highlighted with scarlet foam, breaking against the shore as a…
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A third attempt
I’m feeling once more the waves of shame breaking against the shores of whatever healing I…
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A second attempt
I said I’d sit and write, and I did it. Well, I sat and wrote and…
A Wigwam for a Goose's Bridle 