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Poetry Trials: Anne`s Weeping Willow
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Monday, December 29, 2014. The weeping willow is a tree. Of kindness, love, Anne`s sanctuary. She had adored it all her days. The way her hair frolicked with the tulips. Dancing beneath the moss which seats. Swyping and spinning at the air, she falls. Beneath the swaying branches;. I love you. I love to. I love your. She imagined a hundred different ways;. Ways in which a prince charming could adore. Me Miss. My. Amore. A`more. The sun went down. She sang this rhyme. Once, thrice, a hundred times.
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Poetry Trials: Donny Who Sleeps On Our Lawn.
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Wednesday, December 31, 2014. Donny Who Sleeps On Our Lawn. Donny who sleeps on my lawn. No teeth, old clothes, and a dog. He's covered in bugs and dirt. His heart by every means is richer than mine. Donny who knocks on our door. He feels, seeks, and finds. Without teeth, I don't understand him. I mutter and say okay. Often, we are sleeping. So, I bid him goodbye. Donny who brings our mail. He cannot read or write, but he can ask. He smiles, closing his gums and holding his tongue. I may pity you.
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Poetry Trials: Papa, The Dream Doctor.
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Wednesday, December 31, 2014. Papa, The Dream Doctor. You waited your life for a 22 year old gift. You withered and reclused, all your days. Just for one, she was yours again, your daughter. Was she worth that? She left before, regardless of how you felt. You tried to spare yourself this fate. But you forgave her. She was your true prize, a credit to you. You always saw it. To bring get back, you used the worst. With all the best intentions. So she's content, and so are you. You both are back.
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Poetry Trials: My Infection.
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Thursday, January 1, 2015. This is hard on me. I spent hours lying awake. My one organ is restless. Ongoing midst endless pleas to God. I lie awake and wonder. Who lives with this and manages? Often, to little purpose. Its roots are evil. As is the problem. As are its origins. O' Pray for me! I prayed many nights. I stood in agreement. I repented, loved, believed, and forgave. Be merciful to me, oh God. Bring this to an end. Swap this burden for yours. Take it, as if it happened to You. Then, I wait.
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Poetry Trials: Pondering Sleep
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Monday, December 29, 2014. This will elude it. Wait to slip, without notice. To suddenly leave my bed. Waiting for a surprise. This will elude it. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Chelsea Smith is a 27 year old American artist and writer. View my complete profile. The World According To Victoria Meyers. The Dream Doctor Novel. Papa, The Dream Doctor. Donny Who Sleeps On Our Lawn. The Last Dew at 8:30 am. Stepping Up Your Game. Too Accomplished Yet Still. Encouragement for the Discouraged.
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Poetry Trials: Doldrum to Boredom.
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Monday, December 29, 2014. Sacrificing doldrum for boredom. I've run out of things new to do;. All to pass one hour, then the next. I wait for night, and another day;. Looking forward to the same. Until then I am a poet. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Chelsea Smith is a 27 year old American artist and writer. View my complete profile. The World According To Victoria Meyers. The Dream Doctor Novel. Papa, The Dream Doctor. Donny Who Sleeps On Our Lawn. The Last Dew at 8:30 am. Stepping Up Your Game.
