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On the blooming daffodils of April, rain chaotically falls, each drop, hesitantly anticipated like the breath of a dying man, failing hearts identify, with the disorganization of spring, what luxury: a...
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Waking
Filed under: Loss Poems, Love Poems, Poetry Tagged: art, creative writing, death, depression, future, home, hope, husband, life, loss, love, photography, poem, poems, poet, poetry, sadness
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Article 4
In the early hours of night you walked in my room, rope in hand, ‘ready’, you said, ‘gonna finish the job thirteen years living as though you are dead’ he said. Everything I never felt, all at once,...
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A rose, at the end of summer, knows it must let go of the petals, to bloom again next spring. -L.J. Lenehan Filed under: Poetry Tagged: art, beauty, creative writing, future, happiness, hope, life,...
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For the First Time
On my path, it rains, my dry skin moisturized. For the first time, I stop, observing the bend up the way, inhaling the fragrant orchard bloom I try to understand, how I never noticed the bloom of...
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Article 1
I thought it would be lovely to share my moon with you and then I realized you have to want to share it too… -L.J. Lenehan- Filed under: Poetry Tagged: art, beauty, creative writing, hope, life, love,...
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Elephant Girl
My heart, the elephant of my fate, broken and painful stumbling through this journey, without a herd, without compassion, without a lover, I walk through hot coals laid for me by you, singing my skin,...
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Article 0
I see it in your eyes, he said, suspiciously, I glanced – perhaps a piece of my soul slipped out? In my head, under the Eiffel tower Parisian lights polluted the Seine river reflecting the lovers here...
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A Desert Mirage
I let it happen I ran to it; I stayed. A desert mirage – distorted those years. concealing the tears of my heart within the monsoon. The locusts laughed full of chat: the years of fear: it was the song...
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