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On Valentine's Day, I watched a red balloon float upwards until it disappeared into the clouds. I wondered if we were to send valentines to God, woul..
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Like that moment in between dreams and waking,
when the fantasy is still more believable than reality
and shapes take on fuzzy edges and transpare..
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It is in the golden brown of brittle leaves
that I think of you most.
My breath,
suspended momentarily
in a cloud of warmth against the crisp ai..
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Different lives, same result.
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It was when he looked at me,
seeking stories that kept him young,
that I fell under his spell
and became his Wendy.
He’d perch on my sill,..
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This craving
I fear
cannot be quenched
though I try
to suffocate it
with a clove
that smolders
against my lips
and sends
breath
through open..
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“I was just thinking of you,” he said.
Funny.
I was thinking of him too.
After I woke up each kid regardless of their feelings about..
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The clouds were a spattering of white against a cornflower sky,
the color of blueberries fading to an eventual sandy grey.
The view outside our pict..
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Tomorrow you may forget me.The tender kisses thaT
Are placed tonight on myhungry and eager lips will be A
Kindmemory that I will travel to for day..
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"Write a poem that has the following words: solace, chasm, twilight, abhorrence, sorrow, silence, and tear." For "The Power of Words" contest.
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