Category: Poetry
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Broken Womb, Shattered Soul: Living with Infertility (part 2)
Thank you, Phoebe! I hope my story continues to help others who have had to deal with infertility. HEALTH | INSPIRATION By Barbara Leonhard | Featured Contributor [Click here for Part 1] Depression developed and flourished because I grieved so much over loss of fertility. Women who are childless miss out on…
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Betrayed – Barbara Leonhard
Thank you, FREE VERSE REVOLUTION! (UPDATE: This poem is archived – the link no longer works – because FREE VERSE REVOLUTION has a new literary magazine. If you wish to access this link, let me know.) Image: The fake 100-dollar bill printed by the United States of Halloween. I found…
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Sunday Best: phantom
My poem “Dark Apostle” ranked top of three best chosen for this past week’s challenge, Phantom. My sister, Martha Harris, created the digital image, “The Devil’s in the Details”. Thank you FREE VERSE REVOLUTION! (UPDATE: This poem is archived – the link no longer works – because FREE VERSE REVOLUTION…
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New Publication: My Hair Eats Everything
I’m delighted Spillwords Press published one of my poems. My Hair Eats Everything My Hair Eats Everything Silver pelage. Static cling Velcro mouth gulping my life. My hair, a pantry of my days. Famished patron of my past. It shows in my sheen, the shine Of a clean plate.…
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Dark Apostle
Rising shadows of flames, dressed in deep void, I arrive to burn the bramble of your complacent life. You hide inside this clay façade, live for self in idle pleasure, slumber in this carcass of addiction and desire. I hold you down as you writhe in agony, thrive on…
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The Wound Still Waits
Recently published on phoebemd.com (PhoebeMD: Medicine + Poetry) as part of my article on infertility. Broken Womb, Shattered Soul: Living with Infertility (part 3) The Wound Still Waits The bandage torn From new flesh Releases wails The wound still Imbibes air The scab hides deep repair Let it rest. Wait…
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A Rocky Start
Sapling, you shoot roots in the shallow bucket engorged with sharp bits of seed hulls left by the squirrels, picked at by cardinals. Your tender, slender stem, elongated spine, extends from cracked dirt in a clay flower pot, the old home of an expired aloe vera plant. Can your…
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Bloom – Barbara Leonhard
I have a poem up on Free Verse Revolution. (UPDATE: This poem is archived – the link no longer works – because FREE VERSE REVOLUTION has a new literary magazine. If you wish to access this link, let me know.)
Extraordinary Sunshine Weaver 