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  • A POEM A DAY 335

    A POEM A DAY 335

    November 22, 2021

    LAST YEAR’S FORTUNE COOKIE

    Last night,
    I dreamed a dream
    I was somewhere
    In the in-between
    Where angels trod
    And souls meet
    The place I go
    In my deepest sleep
    My soul walked along
    As souls do
    And who do I see
    Before me, you
    With a kiss
    You said goodbye
    I stood there confused
    Wondering why
    But, in the morning
    When I woke
    A tall, dark
    And slender bloke
    Broke,
    The mournful news
    That I knew 
    To be true
    Because last year's 
    Fortune cookie said
    In words tented
    A faded red
    "He'll say goodbye
    With a kiss"
    And you did
    Now my heart languishes
    
    Simona A. Brinson

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  • A POEM A DAY 334

    A POEM A DAY 334

    November 21, 2021

    THAT MAN

    I don’t want the love of a man
    I want the love of 
    That man
    Yes, him
    I know he is broken
    And battered and bruised
    I know he has been
    Pushed around
    Neglected and used
    All his life
    He has never known love
    Because the "love" he has experienced
    Always came with a price
    And was paid in pain
    Just because he is unknown to love
    Does it mean that he is 
    Underserving of love
    Is it possible to salve him with love
    In its purest form
    And heal what appears to be necrotic
    Can the lesions that surround his soul
    Be mended
    I say, Let love be thy medicine
    Because love does not fail
    It protects
    It trusts
    It hopes
    And it perseveres
    Always
    
    Simona A. Brinson

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  • A POEM A DAY 333

    A POEM A DAY 333

    November 20, 2021

    REFLECTION

    Who is this woman
    Staring back at me
    With pained deadness
    In her eyes
    She couldn't be me
    This mirror deceives
    And surely distorts
    I close my eyes
    To clear the haze
    But when they open
    There she remains
    A lost and listless soul
    I still don't recognize her
    For the light in her eyes
    Is gone
    She is not the me
    That I know
    Because I am light and love
    This woman peering back at me
    Is misery and sadness
    Devoid of light
    She is the reflection of
    The sadness in my soul
    
    Simona A. Brinson
    

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  • A POEM A DAY 332

    A POEM A DAY 332

    November 19, 2021

    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 flower. Not placed on a shelf, nor my pedals plucked but to be wined and dined, sipped and supped.

    Simona A. Brinson

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  • A POEM A DAY 328

    A POEM A DAY 328

    November 15, 2021

    BEWARE

    Don’t be fooled by my smallness 
    Or take me as meek
    I know it is my innocence
    You do so slyly seek
    I know the tribe
    From which you come
    Is a depraved and fiendish niche
    But if I were you
    I'd beware of the monster
    On my leash

    Simona A. Brinson

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  • A POEM A DAY 327

    A POEM A DAY 327

    November 14, 2021

    RUMINATE

    I ruminate on thoughts 
    In a sad man's head
    Does he wish to be alive
    Or does he wish himself dead
    Has judgment and condemnation
    So broke in his will
    That he'd rather lie supine
    Upon Dead Man's Hill
    Does he think death
    Would be better than life
    Has he tired of the pain
    The struggle, the strife
    Is he dealing with guilt
    So deep and so great
    That his internal voice
    Spews vileness and hate
    Has he not anyone with whom
    His soul he can bare
    Is there anyone who
    Would even give a care
    If he chose
    To end his life
    To be free from the pain
    The struggle, the strife
    Well, I dear brother
    I did give a care
    But you've left me alone
    And in the depths of despair
    I seek and I search
    For the shards of my heart
    That fell to the floor
    When you did so depart

    Simona A. Brinson

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  • A POEM A DAY 321

    A POEM A DAY 321

    November 8, 2021

    SHADOW

    He is the shadow
    From my past
    That seems to come to light
    Whenever I am
    Sad or lonely 
    Especially at night
    Because he is the one
    That got away
    I love him
    To this very day
    I smile and I laugh
    As I reminisce
    I try not to cry
    I try not to miss
    But inevitably
    My heart breaks in two
    And I haven't a clue
    How to mend
    Or even bend
    Time
    If I could
    I'd bring light to shadow
    And the sun would shine
    On this heart's fallow
    
    Simona A. Brinson

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  • A POEM A DAY 320

    A POEM A DAY 320

    November 7, 2021

    IMPRESSION

    She left an impression
    On his lips
    And his hands can't forget
    The curve of her hips
    The fragrance of honeysuckle
    He remembers the most
    For it is the scent
    Of his lover's ghost
    
    Simona A. Brinson
    

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  • A POEM A DAY 319

    A POEM A DAY 319

    November 6, 2021

    A PENNY

    She gave me a penny
    For my thoughts
    And I turned it
    Into a dime
    Then I multiplied it by ten
    And bought this pen
    So, I could spin
    This rhyme
    
    Simona A. Brinson
    

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  • A POEM A DAY 318

    A POEM A DAY 318

    November 5, 2021

    DISMAY

    I whispered to the wind
    And I heard her say
    My dear child,
    Why so much dismay?
    I paused for a moment
    Because I couldn't believe
    What my ears were hearing
    Cause I couldn't conceive
    That the wind had ears
    To hear my voice
    Or that she spoke
    To me by choice
    I steadied my feet
    And replied with composure
    How I thought
    My life was over
    Because the one whom I loved
    Had broken my heart
    She replied with a whisper
    He was of faint heart
    So, don't let such cowardice
    Cause you dismay
    For tomorrow is another day.
    
    Simona A. Brinson
    

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