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    The Silence of Words

    April 30th, last day of
    Poetry Month, arrives
    with showers, grey skies,
    and sadness. Fitting I
    suppose referring to
    the old saying, ‘April showers,
    May flowers’, those Springtime
    colors designed to bring joy,
    happiness, and the feeling of
    self-worth, of being whole
    and seen, alive in wonder.
    Instead, this day…Read More

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    • I’ve found that more often than not, people translate words through whatever filter they’re currently struggling with. It may not have anything to do with us even. But our words have impact, not always how we meant them, and their responses have an equal impact. Words are powerful and because of that, can be dangerous. Even if unintended. I feel this one

      • Hi Willow, I really appreciate your comment on this poem. I think your are right about the ‘filter’ of how words land with someone. It’s hard at times, even in real, face to face conversation, but here or on any social media website, it’s even harder. And yes, words are powerful and dangerous. It’s one reason I think, that we write poetry. Thank…Read More

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    Love Sonnet LXXXVI

    For some reason April 29th
    hung in the air like a full
    moon, its beams finding you
    through the open window, and

    tickled your skin as you
    slept. I watched you
    breathing, breasts rising and
    falling as the moon beams

    frolicked their enthusiasm,
    causing you to awaken slightly,
    roll on your side,

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    Endings and Beginnings

    It was April 28th, a Tuesday, situated
    two days closer to May. Something
    unclear, vague, shifted just beyond
    my sight.

    Perhaps it was my over worked
    imagination, a mind focused
    entirely on the abstraction of
    reality, or the discord of a
    symphony that was playing
    in my head.

    Perhaps it was due to…Read More

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