Category: Poetry
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When When morning comes and shadows flee,When sunlight dances on the sea,When weary birds begin to sing,And winter loosens into spring.When broken hearts remember howTo trust the quiet present now,When tears have dried and wounds grow small,And we no longer fear the fall.When yesterday has lost its sting,And hope returns on fragile wing,We learn that…
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What Heartbreak Leaves Behind No one comes back the samefrom heartbreak.You return carrying piecesof yourselfyou do not remember breaking.Your hands still look like your hands,your face still answers to its name,but something beneath the skinhas shifted.You learn how silence can bruise.How an empty chaircan become a presence.How a song can findthe one woundyou forgot to…
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Why My Heart Turned Blue My heart turned blue on a Tuesday at three, while the clock lost a minute and stared back at me. The kettle kept singing though no one made tea, and the walls leaned inward suspiciously. I searched in the cupboard, under the bed, between all the things we should never…
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The Space in Between II There is a place where silence grows,Between the yes and no one knows.A breath before the words are said,A thought that lingers in the head.Between goodbye and one more stay,Between the night and breaking day,Between a touch and letting go,Lives everything we never show.The space between is small yet wide,Where…
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Dirt and Leaves Dirt and leaves beneath my feet,crushed by rain and summer heat.Brown and gold, they twist and spin,hiding all that sleeps within.The wind arrives and makes them dance,lifting each by happenstance.Then down they fall, as seasons please,soft as whispers through the trees.Dirt and leaves, the old earth knows,from what has fallen, something grows.For…
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Imagine Imagining what I think he meantwhen he said that he would never leave.He meant not right now—but some day.I heard foreverbecause forever was what I needed.I filled the spaces between his wordswith promises he never made.A pause became hesitation.A touch became devotion.A night beside me became a lifetime,and every almost-loveI dressed in certainty.He never…
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In Silence And we sat there in silence,not a word spoken,but spoken just the same.Your eyes said what your lips would not,and mine had grown too tired to ask.Between us lay a thousand words,each one wearing silence like a mask.The clock kept talking for us,tick by aching tick,while shadows stretched across the roomand something in…
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Ode to an Ordinary Day O ordinary day, you ask for little—no thunderous sky, no grand parade,just morning light across the tableand coffee slowly being made.The sparrows gossip by the window,the laundry dances on the line,a neighbor waves, a screen door closes—small moments passing, yours and mine.No miracle announces itself,no trumpet tells us, Look this…
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Beneath the Priory Lot Beneath the Priory’s parking stone,Something stirs where roots have grown.No grave is marked, no bell is rung,Yet midnight speaks in an ancient tongue.The asphalt cracks when the moon hangs low,And pale hands rise from the earth below.Some say a monk was buried there—Still whispering curses into the air.So park with care…
My Life In Word 