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Shades of Blue, No. 2
Slipping from my weary soulthis grey cloak of diseaseLost within, body riddled with painI struggle to regain my sense of worth, of purpose After fighting for my life, spirit now rebornFor I am whole again, blanketed in shades of blue dVerse Poets Pub: Quadrille… Continue Reading “Shades of Blue, No. 2”
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#Haibun: Rebirth
These past few months I have been living in a dazed confusion. Between the Covid 19 virus and insane politics, I have been wandering through a murky forest. But the gut wrencher was being diagnosed with breast cancer in June. From the moment I… Continue Reading “#Haibun: Rebirth”
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Burning
Broken shadows across the cracked groundas summer refuses to diethe land and I are wearyday after day burning~unrelenting raysof intense sunbeating downon mybreast. dVerse Poets Pub: 9 Across for a Countdown Author’s Note: Line 1 is from W.S. Merwin’s “To the Light of September”.… Continue Reading “Burning”
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The Healing Map
“It is often in the darkest skies that we see the brightest stars.” ― Richard Evans Tiny dotsmarking my pale skinpointing tothe right placebright constellation of hopea path to healing Shining throughlike stars on waterwhen it rainsglisteningin the longest blackest nightbefore gilded dawn Colleen’s Weekly Poetry Challenge:… Continue Reading “The Healing Map”
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Shadows on Garden Walls
“Outside the open window The morning air is all awash with angels.” ― Richard Wilbur, Collected Poems, 1943-2004 Dawn’s glimmer casts dancing shadows on garden wallsrousing song birds from peaceful night’s slumbertaking abrupt wing, they sing to rays of golden lightwelcoming a hopeful morn, as minutes… Continue Reading “Shadows on Garden Walls”
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Down the Rabbit Hole
Days colored grey in doubtA fading in and out of lightTrapped in an ocean of tearsAm I still breathing or goneIn this warped space- timeRestless endless nights tossing aboutTangled in darkness of damp sheetsReeking with the sweat of denialThen the resounding ringing callThe room… Continue Reading “Down the Rabbit Hole”
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Some Days
“I have always believed, and I still believe, that whatever good or bad fortune may come our way we can always give it meaning and transform it into something of value.” ― Hermann Hesse, Siddhartha Some days are better than othersNow the bruising is fading, yellowing… Continue Reading “Some Days”
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