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    • Never-Ending Dandelions

      A dandelion
      is a weed
      looking harmless
      even beautiful.
      Still a weed
      overtaking the grass
      choking out
      all other life.

      Memories of you
      are dandelions
      spreading rapidly
      overpowering my mind.
      Taking root in all
      facets of my brain
      weeding my garden always
      with every breath I take
      you still live in…Read More

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      • Hi Curly Grace. It’s amazing how someone occupies our minds. There they are, whether we want them there or not. Hopefully, your “Dandelion” is a welcomed “weed”.

        • Thank you, Redzone. I wrote this in 2011. So, the “weed” has been pulled out, lol, quite some time ago. Made way for better flowers though…

          • Better flowers, that’s the best thing about “weeding”. More colorful too, I’ll bet.

      • Brilliantly expressed – I must weed my garden after that, before your poem infests my mind! HJx

        • Thank you, Harriet‑Jacqui. May your garden stay clear, and your kindness keep blooming.

          • Between writing and marketing my books, I grow-my-own fruit & veg on a plot next to the forest, the village cricket pitch and tennis club. Weeding my plot is just like painting The Forth Bridge (in Scotland , I live in England). As soon as I finish weeding it’s time to start all over again!

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    • Echoes in Quiet Corners

      Madness
      in the quiet corners
      of my skin,
      a current of heat
      beneath words,
      beneath breath.

      It winds
      around me
      like a labyrinth:
      walls soft,
      shadowed,
      doors whisper
      echoes.

      Still,
      I do not follow.

      I gather
      myself
      from the noise,
      from storms
      brushing
      against my name,
      and cradle
      the ember
      that…Read More

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