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  • a poet’s playground
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    • evocative muse
    • meditation relaxation
    • reflective healing
  • a poet’s art
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  • a poet’s notes
  • contact

alternative avenues

asylum for the sane

let me out
let me out
she cries
no one replies

burying her head
in her hands
she cries
for understanding

tears that are wept
are swept
into a drain

her pain
does not subside
shaking her head
to clear her mind

peering outside

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no interruptions

 

oh dear
my ears
someone is on a talking spree
i can’t breathe
they’ve sucked in all the air
and are releasing it mercilessly
thoughts on this
reflections on that
the dog had a heart attack
while cousin sue
was shacking up with an

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flashback

a flashback

couldn’t be controlled

a remembrance
that was forgotten

a bolt
out of the dark
shook the surroundings

creating a clear and concise
image
of that long past place

a shocking sensation
snapping
a sense of realization
generating a vision

an unsettling crack
rang through

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thank god it’s friday
why
are you going to
wish away everyday
just to get here
and really what is so special
you have nothing new
on your plate
you forgot to make a date
with that wild thing
you were thinking
………………..

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perfect balance

 

peeling away
the layers
that once belonged
exposing
a core
that has stored
an emotional
trunk
stemming from
the good
the bad
the sadness
and blessings
of the past
recognizing
why
trust
and faith
are irreplaceable

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to be free once more

there was something left
unsaid
when you departed
something under
your breath
that you couldn’t
quite spit out
for lack of courage
or
fearful
that you might be caught
in the truth of a lie

it’s besides
the point
you tucked your

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