Poetry: Day 673

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i could write delicate poetry
if you would prefer

pretend that i wear dresses
and sink my knees in flowerbeds
(white wine and alternative music)

i could drive slowly
be polite
and wear my hair down
like the other girls you know

i could pretend that i’m delicate like that
if you would prefer
rather than the thunderstorm inside of me

where anxiety burns like heartache
my jeans are two sizes too big
(i put my foot through the hole at the knee last week)

where loud music resets my brain
so i don’t have to sleep on the floor
and angry guitar riffs make me cry

i could pretend that i’m delicate like how you want
but i’m not

i’m delicate in arm wrestling and fast cars
baggy jeans and sports shorts
halfway between academia and art
never able to choose
(because choosing seems too final)

and i’m delicate…

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Heartbreaker

Sarah Doughty

“How can you not see that you’re the one
taking pieces of my broken heart?”

How can you say I’m the love of your life when time and time again, you choose someone else? How is it that I am always caught in your web, waiting for the moment you’ll discard me like a piece of trash?

How can you not see that you’re the one taking pieces of my broken heart?

© Sarah Doughty
2017

I refuse to be labeled by
your own insecurities.

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Ambling – Poem by Ali Grimshaw

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Let's linger in the Autumn glow
dusk is on its way

to cloak us with comfort
ease our worries loose
to fall.

Pausing here 
we become one with this 
seasonal scene of hush

before continuing our saunter
harvesting what matters most
from this day.

© Ali Grimshaw 2021

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Photo take in Portland, Oregon 2020. View of the Willamette River.

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Lost In Aphasia – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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Photo: found on Pinterest – i.pinimg.com

“Nothing matters more than when a person discovers their voice ….” Lisa Haynes

Lost In Aphasia 

What pricks your ears,
does it make any sense
as you graze the spice rack
along the path of discovery,
not caring for much at all,
how do you muddle through,
exponential acceleration or
just curating your inheritance,
fading out, remaining unaware,
silent in anaemic, vanilla habits, 
lost in aphasia?


Copyright 2021 ©Paul Vincent Cannon
All Rights Reserved ®

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Same again (a quadrille)

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(from Pexel)

That night, doubts lingered like shadows
unspoken words hung like heavy chandeliers
eyes shuttered the unbecoming reality

we sat like two strangers
our misaligned hearts
refusing to beat in tandem
but cowardly courage refused to sing

So we went back to the usual drudgery.

Written for dVerse. Today’s host Linda says: The word today is Linger or any form thereof, or even one you create containing the word.

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