Tag Archives: Poetry

Time

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my gorgeous shell

is broken

in spite of all my care

attention

in spite of people’s

praises

.

some dark spots

where

found inside spreading

they cut me

to pull all of them out

saw me back

.

I still hurt where they

broke me

I lost that harmonic beauty

I need to heal

time is what I paid all of this for

to have more

.

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Growing

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with poems I color

my emotions of new hues

stretch the perimeters

.

grasp a dreamed story

giving it legitimacy

the gifts are shared

.

my soul’s eyes scan

the air around of me

the breath of God

.

the most soft of nests

I am watching myself

growing with as I create

.

Can You See

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right in the middle

someone turned off

—— my light

.

since I have this feeling

.

of disconnect

of not getting what’s going on

of abiding dark

.

can you see please

what

I am going through

.

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Kind Words

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what if I told you

to send me water

.

as everyone is

busy sending me light

.

may healing come

without parching

in a bath of light

.

as well as sipping

in all the water

.

I need to stand

tall once more

.

Hospital Time

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in silence

is solace

is healing

.

in silence

sleeps comes

taking me places

.

while my healing

is weaved inside

my wounded body

.

silence is planning

my next steps to

warn off the enemy

.

that came inside

as shift as a thief

the cancerous cells

.

Children Asleep

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how many times

have I tried to

describe the

feeling of

tenderness

arising in me

in a poem

.

as I walked the

garden at night

at dusk or through

cloudy days when

your little heads

are reclined all

closed down as

.

children asleep

.

the daisies would

not hear me

nearing them

a motherless

woman being

the greatest

mother of all

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The Great Unknown

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the great unknown

isn’t death I fear

to do harm to my body

this I fear indeed

to make poor choices

given what others say

not to discern my best

.

yet surrender

like a fish’s body in

stormy waters.

.

⁃ for what I know

.

that may be safe

to let the invisible pull me

while trusting fate

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