One September night
We took off running,
Leaving behind what we had been doing,
Casting aside all thought of what we should do.
We heard about the parade and,
With the wildness of deep youth,
We ran for it.
Laughing, cutting corners,
We dodged through the crowd
As if it existed for our sport.
It never occurred to us
That we could lose each other-
That we could be separated or get lost.
We were of one will -
We...
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By Kathleen MacGregor
I walked into the middle of my life today,
And I couldn’t remember what I was there for.
I tried and I tried to figure it out.
It just wouldn’t come to me .
So I walked back out.
Out of my life,
Like a grocery store.
Leaned against the wall with sun shining down.
Feeling the fear of never knowing
What I’m here for – again.
As if I ever knew.
I thought I knew.
Feeling the waking...
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Posted by
Pam Bolton on Apr 15th, 2009 in
Art,
Poetry,
photography |
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The tug in my belly. The tears beginning, the disbelief. How could this be happening? Why? I want this. I hate this! I want a different life. I’m free, finally free! NO! STOP! Do what I want, what I say! Why, how, could you do this? Love someone else, want to be with her, hurt our love? What of our love? What of me? What of our children? I hate you! I want nothing to do with you! I want you –...
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