Poetry
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Your New Eyes
It’s about time for a new life to see the world anew to see through that life precious and in awe you see, I’m afraid I have gotten old not in body but in soul the beauty which used to make me gasp hardly makes me turn my head you see, I’m afraid Continue reading
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However Small the Source
however small the source of the sound of running water it is enormous in my soul I can’t tell you how the scent of damp leaves make tears leak only that I need to be in nature like breathing and You this is where I most clearly see Your name written etched in the Continue reading
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Inside’s Gold
from inside’s gold I can see the light shining around me peaceful and true I don’t want to know if I ever have to return to where the sky fell apart and the lines on the ground wove into a spinning pattern I am happy here yet I won’t forget the warmth inside stability’s arms Continue reading
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I Took Your Name
I took your name in taking your name I lost nothing but: loneliness the lie I can live life alone the confusion that happens when I attempt to make sense of the world by myself I lost any desire to search for someone else my cynical views of romance that tense, gnawing sense I Continue reading
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A Field of Empty Pages
some mornings certain words try to press into me and I can barely feel them I shake off their outlines like they never meant anything though once they were air now I choke and splutter It’s always scary and amazing how that which once felt like life seems like death and some Continue reading
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I Believe in Breakfast
when I don’t know what to believe I believe in breakfast I believe the day is better when you eat real food eggs, bacon fruit, toast real butter coffee, of course I believe beginnings matter food matters despite all the changes in my mind I still know one dark day God died history paused frozen with Continue reading
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Looking For Faces
at night when I drive I become a machine I know the route so well I get stuck in a daze and find myself at point B every once in awhile I’ll come back to life and see things in the corner of my eye a lamppost becomes a person lights, a gaze at me Continue reading
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That Bittersweet Wine
we are all on the verge of collapsing into ourselves living on a narrow shelf overlooking a chasm of despair air so thin breath is labored we fight to cling to the ledge feeling momentary panic mixed with a guilty relief when others tumble in just glad it wasn’t us being born means being on Continue reading
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This Morning’s Analysis
I came to the conclusion while walking today that the amount of effortlessly formed words is directly linked to the amount of time spent under tall trees allowing their safe branches to shelter me I discovered the desire to create is fueled by the smells of green and growth and staying indoors is Continue reading
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Rebirth Certificates
I felt a poem coming at 2 am accompanying a bright moon dramatically revealing herself an unearthly moment crashing into a mundane one as my dog relieved himself on the scrubby apartment grass I vigorously shook myself off like a mutt coming out of water all the while thinking This must be rebirth Continue reading
Brooke Gale LouvieR 