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Dear Could-Have-Been Boyfriend, Inspiration was a glowing orb in my hands. You tore it away from my fingers and clenched the life force out of it. Psh—like you've have any use for it. And I'd like it back. Too many memories of you and me have been thrown in my face and I don�... - Poetry > Free VerseLike you’ve been playing all these years Life flows from your fingers. When you lift a violin to your shoulder, You take the bow on a journey Across the strings. The baton rises in my head And my inner orchestra accompanies you. Moonlight Sonata runs in your veins As if flats and sharps...
- Poetry > All PoetryI heard the droning moan once more As speed and distance whisked it away. Tempted to run, to chase what's mine, But I was locked by my feet, by those railroad ties. Disarray within its wake, leaving me with Disheveled hair, and me merely standing there. Boxcars whiz by, withholding the brake...
- Poetry > All PoetryFree my feet of rusted fetters, Transform in my hand a sword from a scar. Erase from my eyes the foggy mist And when you look at me I can hold your gaze. Sketch the way for my heart's liberation Because only your pencil can form my whole....
- Poetry > All PoetryI didn't see you as a person confined to an aging body. I remember you as summer days at the lake, And trips to the greenhouse every spring. I didn't see you as a hospital patient drugged to numb the pain. I remember you as walking again three days after hip surgery, And water aerobics and mi...
- Poetry > All PoetryThe force of the thunder rings in my head, Racing, echoing on rushing thoughts. I’ve mapped the pain from my fingertips, Still trembling for what I’ll be condemned. I know you’re there, I hear your breathing But I won’t look up, lest the lightning hits And I’m co...
- Poetry > All PoetryRich mahogany like the hair in your eyes, The bow I now grasp fits like your hand in mine. I blow off dust flaking on the bridge, It’s more than a memory of you that I want. Against my shoulder where you once leaned Is now your viola to conquer the pain. My fingers on strings last press...
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