Loss (Page 3)

The silhouette of a burglar sneeking into a home, through the kitchen door. View from inside a residence with blinds closed.

Telltale (a poem)

My thoughts turn, yet the air about me lies still, undisturbed. Tranquility without, while inside I spin.
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A young woman reaches over, from beneath flowered blankets, to press the snooze button on a black digital alarm clock radio. The green, glowing numbers show that it is 6:00 AM.

A Not So Normal Day (a poem)

I awaken again, to the alarm bell ringing, hit snooze just one more time. Then close my eyes, let go once more, giving in to sleep sublime.

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Black smoke in the shape of a side portrait of a woman's face. The black tendrils of smoke create the feeling of long wavy hair blowing in the wind. Double exposure.

Awkward Moments (a poem)

This is one of those
awkward
moments,
we all have them
and yet in the midst of it
I feel so foolish,
exposed,
helpless,
and alone.

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A dirty book of music, with one page torn out, lies open against a window overlooking a wooded area, within an abandoned kindergarten in the Chernobyl Exclusion Zone.

The Final Melody (a poem)

The sky is still blue, yet my happiness wanes. Under the weight of words, the melody strains.

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An empty, snow-covered, arctic winter landscape; a snowy desert field with a person walking away toward a blue sky at the horizon.

Dry (a poem)

It’s winter again, it’s snowing outside, and my soul is as dry as my hands. A frozen wasteland, no less of a desert. My heart is parched like the sands.

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Close-up of a weathered and cracked, white statue of an angel leaning on a table, head down, hands clasped, fingers interlocked, praying. Located in an Uruguayan cemetery.

Scars (a poem)

It’s been years since the cut
and I still feel the pain.

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Apocalyptic view of a destroyed New York City. The Statue of Liberty lies on her side behind two half-destroyed office buildings. 3D rendering.

de-education (a poem)

dedication debated
defamation decorated
depravity destigmatized

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A plain gold wedding Ring sits upright between two curved pages in an open Bible. Back lighting creates a shadow in the shape of a heart, which extends into the crease.

I feel you (a poem)

The tilt of your head, the lilt in your voice, the look in your eyes, I don’t have a choice. The words that you say, the ones that you don’t, the volumes unspoken, it’s clear that you won’t.

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A golden background highlights a dandelion field at sunset. In the foreground, a dandelion releases its seeds to float on the wind. Two immature dandelion buds are unfocused but visible behind it.

Words Escape Me (a poem)

What if words were free to fly, untamed by the pages that held them? What if they had a life of their own and were allowed free expression without constraint, without intentionality?

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A close-up photo of the right side of the front of a redheaded caucasian woman's face with her eye closed, blinking.

Blink (a poem)

An hour lasts forever.
A lifetime’s just a blink.
The time it takes to get there
is never what you think.

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Loss (Page 3)

Telltale (a poem)

Scars (a poem)

I feel you (a poem)

Words Escape Me (a poem)

Blink (a poem)

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