Category: Poetry
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The mourning of my mourning
You have concluded that your heart is done mourning. Because you’ve processed and reflected and cried and accepted to death, so you sit waiting for the wave to pass. But it doesn’t. It returns over and over, drowning you under it in one gulp, then it spits you out with more tears and reflections and […]
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An ode or apology to love
Dear love, Even the depth of you could not rout distance.Granted, you spread yourself like a carpet, welcoming us at your table.Wrapping us tight in your warmth; allowing us to feast even to the bone of the depth of you.We’ve smiled widely at and with you,danced unencumbered in your presence,drank you in and settled the […]
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