Poetry
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Before
Remember whenWe’d get lost in a crowdBump shoulders with a strangerEmmersed in the swelling musicA sound bigger than all of us Remember whenWe’d smile at the elderly womanIn the grocery storeBrowsing the same aisleAnd she would smile backAnd lean her wrinkled face towardsOur sticky toddlerTo say helloAnd remind us how fast childhood goes Remember whenWe’d Continue reading
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Frozen Ground
Why do we toil so hard to till frozen ground instead of just waiting for the sun? Is this just the lot of all men? To work until their hands bleed and their minds melt of boredom? To paddle against a tide and go nowhere? Where are the explorers and inventors, the revolutionaries pushing boundaries Continue reading
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Dumbing It Up
I don’t know much But I am sure In my tired bones You are the good in everything And maybe I can be Ignorant and ill-informed and non-educated and slow But the place of Assurance doesn’t reside in my brain and intellect won’t save me from myself Maybe we’re all choking on so much knowledge Continue reading
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Let Hope Be Born
This place is too evil or so they say Don’t bring a child into this world They will only suffer Society will crumble The earth will decay Your grandchildren will watch it burn (If they are even born) It’s selfish to raise children In the midst of the apocalypse Or so they say Better not Continue reading
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Doors
they say just walk right through when it’s open but sometimes the noise is too loud to find your footing I still dream of that perfect place where the windows are always open and the outside and inside are one so there are no dark corners walls are safe and secure and they keep us yearning even when Continue reading
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The Poetry Marathon
Today I participated in The Poetry Marathon. Basically, you sign up and commit to writing a poem every hour for 12 hours (the half marathon) or 24 hours for the full marathon. I decided to do the half marathon because I need my beauty sleep. I signed up last minute in hopes to kick myself Continue reading
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My Wilderness
we say wilderness like it’s a dirty word as if purity is something to fear untouched by society and progress wild, yes, but necessary complicated, yes, but simple a dangerous beauty to embrace and yet we are terrified by: cold, heat, hunger, weakness, work the very things that make us fantastically alive yet we want Continue reading
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Translating the Wind
somewhere between where I was and where I am going, I reside abandoning all other options careless to the chaos of choice the noise ceases and I am still Oh restless heart, make peace with yourself a decade ago I wandered from city to small town overwhelmed by the meaning in every place, person, and moment every Continue reading
Brooke Gale LouvieR 