When I played with dolls, It was a nightmare tale Of scars and evil. Met with compassion and curiosity, Before I could define those words. My sister woke me up at night when she was afraid And I couldn’t give her the comfort she sought Just as accomplishment is not linear, Life is not aContinue reading “A Song For Me”
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Gift Guilt
When the world had stopped I managed to get food through my roots And start growing My bud is golden yellow Thick and soft petals Are blooming through winter As so many die My serendipity My growth among the lost Clashes against the grey
Why People Mourn, or Not
When I hear an idea that strikes me and gets my mind turning I hold onto it. If that thought comes back to me repeatedly in the following few days, I write it down and keep writing about it until it feels done. Most of my poetry takes the above path of creation. Tonight IContinue reading “Why People Mourn, or Not”
