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Estuary

It started with a ripple;
a bubbling over of being,
flowing over flowers,
covering transgressions,
lingering to meet us
at the foot of a hill
in a wave of solitude.

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Day 30 and the final day of NaPoMo 2018… a poem a day in April for National Poetry Month…. Due to the miracles my family has received this year, I dedicate my poem each day to the one who is the reason for them. ❤

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Canvas

I feel bare,
contemplating,
I want some semblance
of you

inked upon a limb;

your name,
poetry;

a psalm
from your book
read,

across my body.

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Day 29 of NaPoMo 2018… a poem a day in April for National Poetry Month…. Due to the miracles my family has received this year, I dedicate my poem each day to the one who is the reason for them.

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Reading Lips

I hear the play of words frolicking
in the recesses of my mind.
piano keys singing to the ache
in a smoke filled room

reading lips,
resting between notes
contemplating the sigh
in your presence

when the chorus sounds softer
with each break in alliteration.

My feet tap to the beat
editing stanzas in my head,
-between strings-

heartbeats dancing
to a stimulated repose.

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Day 28 of NaPoMo 2018… a poem a day in April for National Poetry Month…. Due to the miracles my family has received this year, I dedicate my poem each day to the one who is the reason for them.

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A Subtle Awakening

Petals sprinkled by your hand
left out to dry, awaiting touch
of morning, leaning into light
like new born constellations
dancing clandestine pirouettes,
within a shadow of the moon.

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Day 27 of NaPoMo 2018… a poem a day in April for National Poetry Month…. Due to the miracles my family has received this year, I dedicate my poem each day to the one who is the reason for them.

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Someone Asked If My Heart Had Ever Been Broken

i.
It’s the hush of birds; the silence
of anything resembling love
that infiltrates the senses,
wears away the joy
from the morning,
like the shadow of clouds
covering the face of a sun.

ii.
I remember his laughter
flowing through my bones,
sweeping hair from sleepy eyes
on saturdays, in play clothes;
he in his brown corduroys
and pin-striped work shirt,
shelling pecans for pie.

iii.
He said we’d grow old
together;
sit on a porch swing
having morning coffee
and homemade jam
listening to Elvis,
but he left
the night the star fell
and this song isn’t the same
anymore.

iiii.
He picked me up,
dusted me off
and then disappeared.
I stood in the field, looking,
for miles and miles
of bluebonnets
but, all I saw was light.

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Day 26 of NaPoMo 2018… a poem a day in April for National Poetry Month…. Due to the miracles my family has received this year, I dedicate my poem each day to the one who is the reason for them. ❤

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Love Letter 68: Leather Book

Stillness swallows up night noise,
mutes sorrow to a heartbeat;

flowers sway in shadowed corners;
skirts ruffled;
pressed between pages.

Your letters sing to me,
fall by sentences
into a leather book;

kiss away all the names
that stuck to me,
blow them away
like de-petaled dandelions,

until there’s nothing left of me,
but love.

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Day 25 of NaPoMo 2018… a poem a day in April for National Poetry Month…. Due to the miracles my family has received this year, I dedicate my poem each day to the one who is the reason for them. I made a promise I intend to keep .

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Changing Seasons

Kissed by golden ribbons ,sway
etched by tranquil evening stars;

carefully chosen,
placed softly in bouquets;

displayed as art,

tossed,
fallen,
broken
forgotten,
faded,

wilted around the edges,

tossed upon pine;
blown, scattered,
risen,

placed softly in his hands.

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Day 24 of NaPoMo 2018… a poem a day in April for National Poetry Month…. Due to the miracles my family has received this year, I dedicate my poem each day to the one who is the reason for them.