April 2015
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A Penny A tiny penny is a wish I am a tiny penny a dream piece of the stars a flicker of time a fleck of dust a sparkle in a young child’s eyes a bruise you felt on your knees a handprint in the sand a mark on your car a grain of salt…
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Hazard, Kentucky’s up on blocks Coal’s everywhere, coal’s staining their socks The swollen river North Fork rolling through the cracks Headed on to Whitesburg, crossing RR tracks The Sun’s gone down and I’m filled with doubt that most’a those people there’ll ever get out No news here in this part of the world about the…
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Driving in the driving rain floods filling up the Indiana plains It’s been raining since we left Kansas and I seem to have forgotten where my house is On all these roads I keep on learning more I didn’t know All these trails seem to lead to somewhere In all these dreams I keep holding…
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Today there was talk about blessings and I put in my two cents, since really our opportunities could be considered blessings, but also the fact that we’re here at all could be considered one too. In thinking of this, here is my poem for today: As I sleep in a warm, soft bed, entangled within…
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I am forgiven, myself, forgiving myself For some things take longer to accomplish than the patience within me allows My judgement is suspended for I said I’d write a poem a day. The last one was 2 days ago and I refuse to feel remorse. A while ago I would have riddled myself with guilt…
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As the sun rays were warming the trees in the morning of Colorado skies, I was kissing the air in thanks that I was still breathing. As the snow effortlessly perched on top of all the green things, I walked around the block, ran a bit, then slowed down to be grateful once again. As…
anita lorraine moore 