Author: Simona A. Brinson
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A POEM A DAY 269
Give Me Your Darkest Hour I knelt beneath a moonless sky,With weary heart and tear-filled eye.The silence broke—a voice so near,It spoke with love that conquered fear.”My child,” God said, “why hide from Me?Why guard the chains that keep you bound?I’ve seen the depths you cannot see,Yet still My grace and love abound.”I bowed my…
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Pinched Off the Block
For Susan Sue stands at her kitchen counter,cutting a piece of cheddarfrom the block she keeps there—not cold from the refrigerator,but soft beneath the knife,warm enough to releaseits sharp, familiar scent.She lifts it to her mouth,and before she can finish chewing,the kitchen fades.She is a little girl againin the early seventies,standing beside Mydaddyon the front…
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A POEM A DAY 262
The Smell of Green Green smells like coming home.Like fresh-cut grassclinging to Daddy’s work clothes,to the bottom of his boots,to the quiet pridehe carried through the back doorbefore he carried himself.The whole house knewhe was homebefore it heard his voice.Green smells like that.Green smells like collard greenssimmering slowwith hammocksa whisper of smoke,filling every roomuntil hunger…
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A POEM A DAY 195
Loving Blind They say love is blind.I don’t think that’s true.I think love sees everything—the cracks,the excuses,the trembling hands,the promises stitched together with loose thread…and whispers,”Maybe this time.”Because loving blind isn’t about missing the warning signs.It’s about believingthey’re just temporary.It’s convincing yourselfthat red flags are only sunsetsif you squint hard enough.It’s saying,”I know who they…
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A POEM A DAY 261
The Smell of Orange Orange smells like citrusbursting from a freshly peeled orange,tiny drops of juice sparkling in the airbefore the first sweet bite.It smells like pumpkinsresting in autumn fields,their earthy scent mixingwith cool October breezesand crunchy leaves beneath your feet.Orange is the smellof cinnamon and clovesswirling through warm pumpkin pie,of toasted marshmallowsand glowing campfireson…
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A POEM A DAY 260
The Smell of Red Red smells like strawberrieswarming beneath the summer sun,their sweet fragrance floating through the gardenwhile bees hum from flower to flower.It smells like crisp applesfresh from the orchard,their cool, juicy scentbursting with every bite.Red is the smell of roses,soft petals opening at dawn,their perfume drifting on the breezelike a quiet song.It smells…
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A POEM A DAY 259
The Smell of Yellow Yellow smells like sunshinewarming a quiet field,where wildflowers lift their facesand sway in the summer breeze.It smells like the first slice of lemon,bright and fresh,its citrus scent filling the airbefore the juice reaches your tongue.Yellow is buttermelting across warm toast,honey dripping slowly from the comb,sweet with the fragranceof a thousand tiny…
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My Joy
My joy begins where the first light slips through the longleaf pines of North Florida, painting the forest floor in ribbons of gold. Before the roads awaken and the world remembers its hurry, I find peace in the hush of creation—in the rustle of palmettos, the chorus of songbirds, and the gentle breeze that carries…
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A POEM A DAY 257
A Flower of Radiant Beauty She rises where the quiet light is born,not asking permission from the morning sky,but opening anyway—petal by petal,as if the world itselfhad called her name.The wind moves around her gently,as though it rememberssomething sacred it once forgot.Even time slows here,hesitating at the edge of colortoo vivid to pass without notice.She…
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A POEM A DAY 256
Mending A heart can break from death,from the empty chair at the table,from a voice you still expect to hearwhen morning enters the room.It can break from rejection,from hands that let go too easily,from being almost chosen,almost loved, almost enough.It can break from loss,from dreams packed away in silence,from names you no longer saybecause they…
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My Life In Word 