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Category Archives: My Poetry
Filling the Quiet [a poem]
After bringing Jude home from the hospital, I had a panic attack. For me, there is no worse feeling than watching one of my children suffer. It is a desperately helpless feeling. I was so scared. What if he died? … Continue reading
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Precious Ointment
I have wasted my alabaster soul on you and do not regret one mite. Though to you it was nothing to me, it was never trite. I poured out all, gladly. Even if now forsaken, I am love’s widow.
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it wasn’t meant to be this way
me you everything falling apart late now why? after all this work, this too, too solid flesh it eats at us. addiction a dirty word, a dirtier secret absurd I’ve tried to walk the straight and narrow falling faster, falling … Continue reading
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Persephone’s Bower
I will not go, I will not go, though you plead me, pleading low. Though the church bells in their ringing heaven promise, angels singing. I will not tell, I will not tell, though I know the story well. Though … Continue reading
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All Our Knowing
How does killing avenge a killing or hitting rectify the blow? How does willing redeem free willing is this the only way we know? Now the gloaming dusk is falling briny tide is rolling out. Can you hear the darkness … Continue reading
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Tinkle-Winkle Near The Sinkle
I tinkle-winkled near the sinkle. But if I hide unduh da potty for a blinkle, She won’t notice I been naughty– ya thinkle? {if you wikes me, I gots my own Twitter! Fowwow me @DarbaLish p.s. if I poops on yo … Continue reading
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My Little Succulent
I have a little succulent I call him Spunky Punkulent. This is my little succulent I love him very muchulent. EE. 4/3/11. ————————
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Broken for you
You Gibraltar and I–the battering waves,I fling myself against you–the shattering saves. You delight in sacrifice–love broken in by pain,Too late I rue, regret the marring stain. Still. I scan the stony edge of your impenetrable face,And bury myself in … Continue reading
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Typographer
You are draped in a festoon of years weighted with chronicles, tomes, indexes. And I am the repository of your stories an empty cistern you fill up with all your fullness. You spill children and I … Continue reading
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One More Kiss.
Just one more kiss, then I'll depart,This smile belies my aching heart. Bright, shining arrows of your tearsdo pierce my soul, persuade my fears. Sweet children, send me with your prayers,For faith needs courage, else hope despairs. Now husband, kiss … Continue reading
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