poetry
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I have forgotten to tell you my name You may have seen me through the window The shop windows after the shop has closed dreaming of outside from where you’re looking in the dreams of my childhood are kept in the back behind a secret latch, a secret doorway Through which would I let wrong…
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Monday… July 1st Today, right now, I feel peaceful. I am sitting on the couch with my coffee, grey cashmere sweater score from the thrift store, tons of reading material and my ankle propped up on ice. This whole process of surgery and healing has taught me so much I never really understood – how…
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Soul Mirrors: Poem for a new recognition
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This rhythm is rolling rolling around inside my undulating chest and heart Sitting at this wooden table, contemplating it not being real and part of me and part of you and I’m not really touching it, it’s touching me. The music changes, I dream of being a poet. I dream of being who I am.…
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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…
anita lorraine moore 