Category: Writing
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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. …
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Caught in the Headlights
As each day begins, nothing is given. The calendar states, No guarantees. But that’s in the fine print Obscured by our desires Or our tight hold on our destinies. We know what we are doing. The event planned is cancelled Due to bad weather. But we go anyway, Driving…
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My Eyes Bleed
My eyes bleed To the raw horror Of children cut down while fleeing The coward’s aim. When the one who would be His brother Lies dying, When the warm-hearted gather In trust and prayer, Defenseless to the monster, Who will be a victor only In his own Hell, For he…
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Rain Falls Steady
Rain falls steady As I serve the seeds For birds and squirrels. The grand Ash seems to lean Into my gaze. Her huge trunk and branches Betray her age. A cardinal cocks its head As a squirrel scurries to the bowl For the prize. And the wind chimes sound as…
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Rest in Your Being
Rest in your being. Your light is ever shifting its gaze to wholeness As moods can dim what’s inward To quarter light. One cannot judge the size of the heart From dawn to dusk. You are your own moon rising and setting Over the span of hours or days.…
Extraordinary Sunshine Weaver 