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  • A POEM A DAY 203

    A POEM A DAY 203

    July 14, 2021

    THE LITTLE RED CABIN

    In a little red cabin
    At the edge of the woods
    Lives an old lady named Sue
    Her clothes are tattered and torn
    Her shoes, weathered and worn
    The only things that remain
    From the life she once knew
    Are a faded photograph or two
    That remind her of
    Something old, something new
    Something borrowed, something blue
    When she thinks upon those times
    She smiles and she laughs
    Then she weeps and she moans
    As she tries to figure out 
    Why he left her 
    To carry the weight of this world
    On her own
    She wonders why 
    He made her his wife
    And then took his life
    He was the very essence
    Of her soul
    The other half of her whole
    
    The story goes that 
    Many moons ago
    In her sadness and grief
    She made a hasty retreat
    Into the woods
    In an attempt to be discrete
    In her right hand
    She carried a rope
    In the other a simple note
    Of condolences and goodbyes
    Explaining the reason
    For her planned demise
    But when she reached
    The edge of the woods
    A little red cabin
    Before her stood
    She paused for a moment
    And took in the scene
    That's when she heard
    A voice, soft and serene
    Whisper through the wind
    "My child, 
    Today will not be your end
    You see, 
    This cabin I built just for you
    It is sturdy and strong
    Tried and true
    All of your provisions
    Have been provided
    And you may stay 
    Until your heartache's subsided"
    In that moment, she cast aside
    All thoughts of suicide
    She welcomed the invitation
    Without hesitation
    Because she understood
    That she might find solace
    In the little red cabin
    At the edge of the woods
    
    Simona A. Brinson

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  • A POEM A DAY 201

    A POEM A DAY 201

    July 12, 2021

    Cosmic Dialogue

    In the vast expanse where darkness reigns, 
    Earth and Moon engage in silent refrains.
    One, a sphere of blue, vibrant and alive,
    The other, a pale orb that tides connive.

    "Earth," whispers the Moon, "tell me your tale,
    Of oceans deep and winds that wail.
    How do you thrive amidst chaos and strife?
    While I watch, distant, in eternal night."

    The Earth, in response, spins on its axis,
    Its voice a symphony of life's complex practices.
    "I'm home to creatures, both small and grand,
    In deserts, forests, and oceans so grand.
    "Each dawn brings new songs, each dusk,
    a rest, Life's cycles woven, a continuous quest.
    Yet, I watch you, Moon, serene and still,
    Your tranquil beauty, a cosmic thrill."

    The Moon, with a sigh, reflects Earth's plight,
    Its craters and plains bathed in gentle light.
    "I may seem tranquil, but I bear my scars,
    Witness to collisions from distant stars.
    "Yet, in stillness, I find my grace,
    A silent witness to time and space.
    Together, Earth, we dance in the night,
    Bound by gravity's unyielding might."

    As they converse, in celestial rhyme,
    Earth and Moon share a timeless paradigm.
    In their silent dialogue, a bond profound,
    A cosmic connection, forever unbound.

    Simona A. Brinson

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  • A POEM A DAY 200

    A POEM A DAY 200

    July 11, 2021

    MY DARK

    I am no stranger
    To the dark
    He lays in wait
    Like a predator parked
    In a car
    Waiting for
    Prey to victimize
    Steal their innocence
    And demoralize
    The joy that rests
    So easy in their souls
    That is the ultimate goal
    Of the predator
    That waits in my darkness
    With a starkness
    That is heartless
    And cruel
    At least that's
    My impression
    My dark's 
    Name is 
    Depression
    
    
    Simona A. Brinson
    

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  • A POEM A DAY 199

    A POEM A DAY 199

    July 10, 2021

    ALWAYS BE

    In the next life
    I will find you
    Because I will always be me
    And you will always be you
    Your name and appearance
    May change
    The language you speak
    May be strange
    But, I will find you
    Because our souls are connected
    Our bond is eternal
    Never to be affected
    I have found you before
    Through space and time
    Because I will always be yours
    And you will always be mine
    
    Simona A. Brinson

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  • A POEM A DAY 198

    A POEM A DAY 198

    July 9, 2021

    SHATTERED HEART THIEF

    My heart was scattered
    To and fro
    But to you
    It didn’t matter
    You could have cared less
    So, I picked up the mess
    One shard at a time
    Some pieces so small and fine
    That I thought I'd go blind
    Or lose my mind
    During my desperate search
    Like a bird, I was perched
    Upon twigs and vines
    Hoping to find
    With discerning eyes
    A tiny glint in the sand
    I sifted through dirt and debris
    With these two hands
    Until I found
    All but one piece
    Cause you took it with you
    You shattered heart thief
    
    Simona A. Brinson

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  • A POEM A DAY 197

    A POEM A DAY 197

    July 8, 2021

    HOW DO I LOVE THEE?

    How do I love thee, let me count the ways.
    I love thee:
    In every dawn that breaks with golden hue,
    In whispered winds that through the meadows sway,
    In every moment spent with thoughts of you.
    I love thee with the laughter of the day,
    With every tear that falls like morning dew,
    With every word, in every tune I play,
    In every hope that dreams may yet come true.
    I love thee with the depth of all my soul,
    With every beat that marks my heart's refrain,
    With every step as towards our future stroll,
    In joy and sorrow, through the sun and rain.
    So, let me count the ways, though they be vast,
    My love for thee, an ocean unsurpassed.

    Simona A. Brinson

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  • A POEM A DAY 196

    A POEM A DAY 196

    July 6, 2021

    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 beauty that nature imbues.
    In the midst of red, she stands alone, a queen in her domain,
    A symbol of strength in a land untamed.

    With jaws that could snap and teeth that could rend,
    She commands respect from foe and friend.
    Yet, beneath her stoic exterior lies a heart that beats with grace,
    A creature of wonder in this enchanted space.

    So, let us marvel at her splendor, amid the flowers' crimson bloom,
    For in her presence, nature's magic finds its fullest tune.
    An alligator laced in green, amid a bed of red,
    A living testament to the wild's untamed thread.

    Simona A. Brinson

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  • A POEM A DAY 194

    A POEM A DAY 194

    July 4, 2021

    A FISHERMAN’S TALE

    In the quiet embrace of dawn, when the world is still wrapped in a blanket of mist, an old fisherman prepares his boat for another day at sea. His weathered hands, calloused and strong, move with the grace of years spent navigating the vast, unyielding ocean. The salty breeze whispers secrets of the deep, tales of creatures unseen and adventures untold, filling his heart with a sense of belonging only the sea can bring.

    As the sun slowly rises, casting a golden hue upon the water, the fisherman sets out, leaving behind the safety of the shore. His boat, a steadfast companion, creaks and groans with each wave, yet moves forward with a determined resolve. The ocean, both friend and foe, stretches out endlessly before him, its surface a shimmering expanse of possibility.

    With each cast of his net, the fisherman recalls the stories passed down through generations. Tales of colossal waves and bountiful hauls, of storms weathered and treasures found. He remembers the wisdom of his father, who taught him to read the stars and listen to the whispers of the wind. The sea, a living, breathing entity, speaks to those who know how to listen.

    Hours pass, the sun climbing higher, its rays dancing on the water. The fisherman’s net, now heavy with the ocean’s bounty, tells of a successful morning. He smiles, a rare expression on his sun-beaten face, knowing that today’s catch will feed his family and perhaps even the village.

    But beyond the physical reward, it is the connection to the sea that sustains him. Each day is a new chapter in his life’s story, written by the ebb and flow of the tides. The sea’s unpredictable nature, its capacity for both fury and gentleness, mirrors his own life’s journey. In its depths, he finds solace and understanding, a reflection of his own soul’s longing for freedom and purpose.

    As the day draws to a close, the fisherman heads back to shore, his heart full and his spirit renewed. The horizon, painted in hues of orange and pink, promises another day, another tale yet to be written. And so, with the rhythm of the sea echoing in his heart, the fisherman continues his timeless dance with the ocean, a tale of perseverance, connection, and an unending quest for understanding.

    Simona A. Brinson

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  • A POEM A DAY 193

    A POEM A DAY 193

    July 3, 2021

    A BOOTLEGGER’S DREAM

    In moonlit nights, where shadows creep,
    A bootlegger dreams while others sleep.
    With barrels hidden in the dark,
    He roams the woods, avoids the bark.
    The lawman's chase, a constant threat,
    Yet in his heart, no true regret.
    The whiskey flows, a river bold,
    His fortune cast in liquid gold.
    Through smoky haze and whispered deals,
    A life of risk, the danger feels.
    A bootlegger's dream, both wild and free,
    A dance with fate, his destiny.

    Simona A. Brinson

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  • A POEM A DAY 192

    A POEM A DAY 192

    July 2, 2021

    Lillies of the Field

    Beneath the azure sky, where lilies bloom,
    In fields of gold, they sway with gentle grace.
    Their petals soft, dispelling any gloom,
    A testament to beauty's quiet place.

    Each blossom stands, a symbol pure and bright,
    Untroubled by the world’s relentless pace.
    They lift their faces to the morning light,
    Content to thrive within their sacred space.

    No toil or spin, their elegance bestowed,
    In simple splendor, they adorn the earth.
    A lesson in the way their beauty showed,
    That life’s true value lies in innate worth.

    Oh, lilies of the field, in silent cheer,
    You teach us peace and grace with every year.

    Simona A. Brinson

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