Anita Lorraine Moore
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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…
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Out of our periphery, we’ve long existed. Longing for something we both possess innately. Our songs are the jewels in our lotus blossoms. Tall and Short. Fragrant and Muddy. For the sake of intimacy and nostalgia, yet also disdainful of my incapableness to be right here, I salute you and sing, “Lilac Wine”
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A sandstorm’s moved in and it’s in my ears and eyebrows. I climbed an ant hill of ages today and poured it out of my shoes. Little rainbows if you look just right and up close. I found a way to think like a bear and like a mountain. A shadowy cloud of snow beckons…
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