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Snapshot: First Impression

A moment tinged with wariness,
A sense that danger’s coming near;
A feeling that she can’t express,
A vague, but unrelenting, fear –

She sees a face she loves and knows:
Her sister smiling, drawing close,
So tries her unnamed dread to stay
And meet her sister’s fiancée

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Alone Amid the Noise

We wake and rouse the sound to life;
A dressed-up, masquerading scream
That pushes on us fear, and strife,
And buries us in enthymeme —

We do this without cause or force,
For news is noise, and noise (of course)
Reminds us we’re all in the trough,
And truth, most days, can go sod off

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Rispetto By The Water

The salt air in your nostrils, as
The waves lap out their lullaby;
The soul that is, is one that has
A right to give up on the “why”

For maybe, it’s not ours to know.
It will, it must, it needs be so —
The way we feel, but cannot guess,
A pattern that is patternless

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A Hope

The first time that I saw her there
I had to kind of catch my breath —
To fall so hard seemed so unfair:
Another day, another death —

But then I saw her looking back:
The days came wild, I lost track —
A look that turned into a life,
And hope that turned into

A wife

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The porpoise may become a shark,
If we don’t have our species right;
Because she loved him in the dark,
She thought she knew him in the light

She thought she knew; she felt so strong –
But love gone left is simply, wrong,
And hollow is the memory
That now is tinged with treachery

© Katarzyna Bialasiewicz | Dreamstime.com – Heartbroken woman

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Astrogony she’s studied long:
The origins of worlds and stars —
The heavens greet her with a song
In timeless mystic reservoirs

A dance among celestial climes,
The peace that comes at end of times,
She climbs to heaven on a string,
A girl in love with everything

(“Astrogony” (as·trog·o·ny) – the theory of the origin of stars. – Owen)

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I Asked You Once

I asked you once why you were sad;
You said that it was nothing, then.
Then life turned more than slightly mad,
And I lost track of you, my friend.

But now, I know the load you bore;
That you kept there, behind a door,
The hidden life you showed to none,
Although I wish you’d told

Just one

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Around the way

Around the way, out on his lawn,
Precision the result of sweat;
In bright mid-day, or maybe dawn,
A laborer in silhouette —

But years will go – and came a day
He had to go around the way,
And now, his lawn, to one like me,
Is overgrown with memory

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On 11th Street

So much in every corner shop
The lights, the horns, the signs, the smells
There really isn’t time to stop
The once-shy heart within her swells

She’s got no time for fear, or fake
This is the trip she had to make
To make a woman out of shards
And live outside a house
Of cards