Category: Poetic Prose
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You Will Hear When the wind blows,you will hear mein the hush between the leaves,in the soft bend of branchesthat know how to bowwithout breaking.You will hear mewhere the screen door sighs,where the old house settlesinto its bones,where curtains liftlike hands remembering touch.I will not come loudly.I have never been thunder.I have always beenthe small…
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The Cry Behind the Smile There is a cry behind the smile,a small, trembling thingpressed against my ribs,listening to laughteras though it belongsto someone else.Most people never hear it.They see the curve of my lips,the practiced ease,the sunlight I offerlike a welcome mat.They do not seethe storm cellar beneath.The cry lives there.It gathers every disappointment,every…
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The Forest and I The forest and I know each other very well. It has learned the sound of my footsteps and when to go quiet for me. I have learned how its light changes before rain, how the air thickens when it wants to speak. We recognize each other without names.I have given it…
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The breaker blew sometime before dawn—a quiet failure, the house holding its breath. By morning the electrician arrived with a tool belt and calm hands. The breaker, it turned out, hadn’t really blown at all. It came back on the moment he flipped it—the same breaker I had flipped several times before finally calling him.…
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BECOMING BLUE No one remembers the moment it happened, only that the sea noticed first. The blue starfish had once been the color of sand, pale and unremarkable, shaped like something meant to blend in rather than be seen. It clung to rocks and let tides pass over it without complaint. It learned early that…
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COMPLICATED If I seem too complicated for you, then I am. For, I am not a girl, but I am WOMAN, so hear me ROAR! I am not a piece of meat, nor am I a whore, to be consumed or used, to be ravaged or devoured. I am to be adored as a precious…
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CRIMSON BLOOM Amid a bed of crimson blooms, in a world ablaze with vibrant hues,Lies an alligator, laced in green, where scarlet petals gently swoon.With obsidian eyes, she basks in the sun’s warm embrace,A silent guardian in this verdant place.Her scales shimmer with a subtle sheen, as if kissed by morning dew,A testament to the…
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Love should not be hidden Constrained or confined By social norms. One should love Boldly, without fear of reproach. One should love With an acuity so accurate That a sniper would envy Your aim and precision. One should love As freely as an eagle soars With wings stretched to span Allowing the wind to carry…
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ROBINS FELL FROM THE SKY There was not a ray of sunshine in sight Overcast and gloom enveloped the skies The clouds saturated the ground With sprinkles of rain The sprinkles briefly turned into showers And morning turned to noon The rains ceased And as I peered out the window Robins fell from the sky…
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