grief
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American Heartache
American Heartache Wrapped snugly in my patriotism I strongly believed in our flag and freedom. I grew up unaware of the growing schism Between idealism and isolationist fandom. “These colors don’t run.” Was the idiom I embodied In the… Continue reading
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Grounded in Ground Mounds
Grounded in Ground Mounds I am grounded most successful In the hills and mountains, blissful. In these mounds of Appalachian earth and hue Full of ridges, hazy and blue, I am reminded of my roots and connection To… Continue reading
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The Poet
The Poet Through an ancient letter I was introduced to a figure; a man. And through reading I was better Able to know and understand This person, this poet. I viewed his heart, his passions, And, don’t ya know it,… Continue reading
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Grief Ghosts
Grief Ghosts Images of how you lived in your final years Haunt me. Specters of visions Of you utterly alone. In crippling pain And declining health. In fear so intense and incomprehensible That you decided killing yourself… Continue reading
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Impressions
Impressions In the waking hours of the day When all seems normal And bright I can close my eyes And instantly Be Struck By Impressions. Impressions Of you and Of Grief. Impressions of metaphors of high seas And green pastures.… Continue reading
