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Grief is Like the Ocean

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Coloring

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crayons

I am a line, rigid and ruled

by my inner demons

(taskmasters)

demanding

accuracy, precision, control

He is a crayon, soft and colored

by his gentle spirit

(healer)

nurturing

creativity, grace, freedom

Together, we color inside the lines

and outside the box.

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The White Lady’s Arms

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In dreams

I still see him

The fair-haired boy he was

He skips across my memories

He smiles

And my heart soars, just like before

The White Lady took him

In her cold arms

For keeps

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Written as a butterfly cinquain.

The “White Lady” is a reference to heroin.

Anchor

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In the end

It’s a risk

To anchor your heart

To his

To fight for ‘us’

But when you

Can see clearly

Through hours

Of heavy eyelids

That he is your team

Your ‘person’

It’s time to take action

And fix the facts

Of faulty geography

To hit the road

To cross state lines

To anchor your heart

To his

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Written for The Sunday Whirl  Wordle 235

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Front Row Pew

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pew

lined up in our Sunday best

in the front row pew

shiny and silent

plastered with smiles

our broken souls

lacquered behind

picture perfect veneers

thin as loose leaf paper

bleeding internally

from the splinters

we took home from that pew

as every week

we resigned ourselves

to being on show

because Daddy

worked for God

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Written for D’Verse’s Poetics – Writing a Poem in Response

The prompt today is to write a poem in response to another poem (of our choice). I chose Anne Sexton’s “Baby Picture”: http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/baby-picture/. As I read her poem, I felt the pain Anne felt when she opened up her insides and found the damage done to her because of the ways the external facades (smiles, bows, dresses) hid who she was on the inside…..at least that’s how I read it/interpreted it. And, so I responded to it personally from my own life.

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Dance in the Rain

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dark clouds gather

the storm roars

thunder rolls

and life drops

hardships down

splitting her skies

crackling open wide

she fears she will drown

pelted to death

but she stands her ground

dances herself

around in the rain

and learns to

cleanse herself anew

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Word count: 44

Written for D’Verse’s Quadrille 1

Also inspired by the following song:

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If

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If I could pilot my tomorrows

Claim some justice

In the deafening roar

Of loss bustling

Around me

I would drop you

Back into my life

As a revenant

In some future

Fluctuation of hope

Where you return

In a shaft of sorrow

For your absence

As I sigh

And dismiss it all

Then we engage again

As if

It never happened

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Written for Wordle 234 at The Sunday Whirl

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