Loss (Page 4)

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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A close-up view of a rock climber's hand gripping a handhold on a natural cliff outcropping

Falling (a poem)

I’m falling apart, and a part of me is falling, falling to the ground below.

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Two friends, a ivory-colored, stuffed bunny and brown teddy bear, sit on the shore beside the still waters of a forest lake, dreaming and remembering. Viewed from behind, the bear has his left arm lovingly wrapped around his friend's shoulders.

Someday, Sometime, Somewhere (an anaphoric poem)

Somehow you will get through it all

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Two ladies, with coffee cups in front of them, sit beside each other at a wooden table on an outdoor patio. Each is looking away, seemingly to avoid a difficult situation or a troubling conversation. Their body language suggests that they are experiencing a communication problem after having a personal conflict.

Miss Understanding (a poem)

Sometimes, it feels quite personal,
an attack directed at me.

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Watching you breathe (a poem)

It’s quiet.
Except for nurses
in the hallway.

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A white, painted brick wall, with handprints, smears, and splatters of red across it.

Bleeding Out (a poem)

Truth runs red.
Flowing
everywhere.

It cannot be stopped,
held back,
contained.

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A dense, green forest with a grove of beech trees and lush undergrowth.

ever lost (a poem)

deep in the green
buried amongst the trees
no discernible path
no place to bed down
I struggle to find
my way

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The US Capitol building dome is aglow as the sun sets for the evening. The blue sky is partially covered by purple and pink clouds colored by the setting sun. Shot from the water across from the halls of Congress.

It’s a con job (a consistent poem)

A
confirmation
of
CONTROL.

Congratulations
to the
CONSTRUCT.

TW: Politics

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A woman in mourning, in a black coat and dress, with a black umbrella and a single red flower in her hand, faces a cemetery in Fall.

Shadows and Rain (a poem)

Beneath the black umbrella tops
their hearts beat in time
with each and every falling drop
of rain against the pine.

TW: Death

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Loss (Page 4)

Words Escape Me (a poem)

Blink (a poem)

Falling (a poem)

Someday, Sometime, Somewhere (an anaphoric poem)

Miss Understanding (a poem)

Watching you breathe (a poem)

Bleeding Out (a poem)

Shadows and Rain (a poem)

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