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Seeing
If naked eye could split the light into prismatic rays, or filter out pollution’s glare and see through living’s haze, mind could tally up the ifs, the wherefores and the whys - and not need a...
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The Hall Clock
When she can’t hold them (the sheer weight of burdened hypotheses) they fall, a ticker-tape parade of broken dreams pregnant with remorse. And even then, they cling like maggots, feeding on death,...
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The Funeral
Her heart is a sinking sun, pooling patches of dried blood on a canvas thickening with yesterday’s paint. Tucked in rich velvet and laid to rest (open to public viewing) she mourns its passing,...
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Requiem
Farewell, my love, our light is gone, The fog has vanquished Lover’s dawn; The setting sun bathes all in brass, And nods her head as mourners pass. Filed under: Beauty, Imagination, Love,...
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Rainy Thoughts
Today the rain is all she feels, The clouds are all she knows; Tomorrow’s sunshine on hope’s heels Will reap what sorrow sows. Filed under: A Wounded Heart, Endurance, Fragility, Growth, Healing, Hope,...
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Released
Released from the tomb, from the Winter which froze you, Freed from the Dark, from the fears which enclosed you, Raised from the earth, from the cells that opposed you, Green with the gleam of...
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Hide and Seek
I quit. I don’t like this game. I never win. I can’t find you anywhere, but somehow you always find me. Even when I hide you find a way to uncover me; if I bury myself in busyness or hole up on...
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In the Middle of the Mud
I spent years at the edge. I paraded with my picket sign to demonstrate my disdain for the dregs, lobbied for others to clean up their act, slung my share of dirt in the hopes that none of it would...
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Heartbreak hangs, a heavy Thing, unwelcome tribulation; Frosted fangs shred flesh from bone in weighty proclamation. Lamentations pierce the night as mourners bear its chill; Earth’s foundations shift...
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I. I open the lid and my breath speeds ragged, seas stormed by discontent. So many pieces – why so many pieces? – and why so many shades of blue? No one needs that much sky, I think as I start to sort....
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