More rain on the way
And I can’t feel anything but grateful for it
Because of three years of drought
Of being careful and not wasting
Which of course meant no running through the sprinkler
For the kids...
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As I look into the blue yes
Of the face of my son
He is talking
Words like flight, like running and jumping in –
Cannonball splash
I feel myself depart, searching
With swelling...
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I wanted a child
Because I was going to invent the
Biggest love
That had ever been
Pure love
Pure beauty
I could be Mary (Ah! Ah!Ah!)
And all the trying
Soul searching
Book reading
Frustration,...
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Posted by
Betty Idarius on May 20th, 2010 in
Featured,
Poetry |
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I’m so tired of holding back
It’s been this way forever
Haven’t even known
It’s been home
My habit
My coping
Holding in
Holding back
Hoping to please
What’s in here
Waiting to be unleashed?
A huge...
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what I want to know is
was it my fault?
was I the one who
threw the final stone
that knocked you
off the cross and
into the compost
the one who dipped
and filled my bucket
again and again
desperate for...
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