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Red, Like Poppies

Floating misty blue waters,
flutters of red remembrances;
a breathtaking journey
of love and war.

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Belo Monte

Ceased the flow,
from hand to mouth,
reel to ripples,

sent packing

without a pot
to fish in.

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When the River Meets the Sea

You were crystal clear,
flowing,
seafoam blue,

but you turned
murky green;
your visions,
clouded.

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Love Letter #100: Bittersweet

The end of this journey is bittersweet.
You said to love, above all else,
but sometimes, love

penetrates like a sword,
seduces into heartache
with the sweetness of honey,
swirling through veins,
like poison

but, we always return
for one more sip.

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~I am writing a poem a day from November 22 through December 25, 2018 to celebrate the birth of Jesus. This is day 39….This is my 3rd year of doing this series and I feel so blessed!❤️
This series was supposed to end at Christmas but the Lord said keep going until New years day and I happily complied. This is the last day of 40 days and it is bittersweet .

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Love Letter 99: Joy

When my pillow seems more inviting
than stepping into the chaos
of the living,

you come.

You softly brush back my hair
and whisper awakenings
even when I resist the light,
you love me anyway.
even when I doubt,
you wrap me in your arms.

When darkness tries to take hold,
you rescue me from myself,
tickle my heart
with glimpses

of the joy that can be found
only in you.

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~~I am writing a poem a day from November 22 through December 25, 2018 to celebrate the birth of Jesus. This is day 39….This is my 3rd year of doing this series and I feel so blessed!

(this series should be over, but God says continue until the end of the year. I gladly complied. ❤️)

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Love Letter 98: Fine Line

I feel you in the distance
reaching, spilling love
in shades of periwinkle
and orchid in bloom;

your brush,
painting landscapes,
breathing skies to life;

my feet finding solace
in steps you left
for me to follow;
majestic, perfect
and too big to fill.

I walk a fine line
in fields of lavender,
rising, falling,

catching myself
in metaphor
and alliteration,

floundering

like a poem
out of breath.

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I am writing a poem a day from November 22 through December 25, 2018 to celebrate the birth of Jesus. This is day 37….This is my 3rd year of doing this series and I feel so blessed!
(this series should be over, but God says continue until the end of the year. I gladly complied. ❤️)