Category: Writing
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What Mother Needs: Time to Heal
I revised this poem since putting it up in FREE VERSE REVOLUTION. I’m Still not certain it is finished. Is any poem? What Mother Needs: Time to Heal We are all one kind, one child in the eyes of our wondrous Mother. Our Mother’s lungs are shared by all; we…
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Poetry: The Memoir of the Soul- Podcast Episode 1, We are Entwined Spirits
I have a poetry podcast on Podbean called “Poetry: The Memoir of the Soul“. Let me know what you think! The post is called ‘We Are Entwined Spirits’. When we feel isolated and lost, Poetry is our medicine. http://meelosmom.podbean.com/ This podcast has a new poem in it. Memoirs Poems are…
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Status: Unfriended – Barbara Leonhard — FREE VERSE REVOLUTION
We took for granted those easy days, believing in bonds, implicit contracts, soul groups, & kinships. Hugs were warm & kisses real. We could smell the hot coffee brewing for the brunches. Life…the miles… left us in the wilderness without food or drink or matches, only emojis, tags, and Messenger.…
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Hope was Not a Loss – Barbara Leonhard — FREE VERSE REVOLUTION
My body was a cage With only eyes for doors. My arms, contorted, Like branches twisted in shadows. Voices, hollow sounds, Called from the dinner table, but My legs, dead trunks, Held me to a bed With a view to other children. How they danced, Like pansies and violets, Their…
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Sunday Best: Cocoon — FREE VERSE REVOLUTION
I feel honored my poem “Cocoons” was one of the top three submissions this week. Most grateful! Check out the other great entries and follow FREE VERSE REVOLUTION for other opportunities to feature your work. (UPDATE: This poem is archived – the link no longer works – because FREE VERSE…
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Sunday Best: Light & Scars
It’s so nice to get recognition for your work! Thank you so much, Free Verse Revolution. Dear Readers, please scroll down to the part on Scars. (UPDATE: This poem is archived – the link no longer works – because FREE VERSE REVOLUTION has a new literary magazine. If you wish…
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The Art of War: Enter the Dragon
The Art of War: Enter the Dragon He sees me at a distance from the Salvation Army. The soft glow of my white hair, my short stature and square hips, a slight limp, a slow stride, I am an easy mark to a desperate bully. Mam! Mam! Come here! Come…
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An Imperfect Bride
Let’s go! It’s time! Now!? I’m still in my floral blue knit night gown, plum-colored sweatshirt, & baby doll slippers from Walmart! No one will see you or care. Not important. An uncharged phone? A half-packed purse? Uncompleted morning duties? I gather myself, an imperfect bride, for the trip. I…
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Kama
Royal honey is the blood of my womb, lush creation, even messy havoc, hungry for birth. I am Kama. My desire burns as the sun; I breathe floral light, savor the dusty bloom of your earth & devour your elixir. I enchant you with my dance & song: …
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The Sound of Silence
Listening for silence Is like living with tinnitus. The ears ringing resounding notes. Chicks chirping for food. Roosters crowing their warnings. The chorus of frogs mating. Cicadas rejoicing In their summer release From years of birthing In their earth womb. Released, they scream their tunes Playing their tymbals for mates. …
Extraordinary Sunshine Weaver 