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 Mar 6 Khoisan
Sarah Spang
And now there is no vestige
No trace, no artifact
Of what once was behind us
Where time won't circle back.
A decade or a century?
A lifetime thrice, perhaps.
Each cycle different versions
Though the bones remain in tact.
 Mar 6 Khoisan
Kay Lyn
I’m Princess Kayola
I have lived before
I look into the realm
and see what is to be foretold
God is my guide
for evermore

- Kay Lyn
Nothing is duller than the ache
For what was never Ours
A Phantom casts no Lover
Nor answers when implored

Cease the Calling Ghostly Whim!
The Wind will not return
A Flame once fed on Vacancy
Must teach itself to burn
Itself to Burn!
Stop!!!!!
 Mar 6 Khoisan
Joan Zaruba
I am a candle
burning past hurts
craving new air
reaching to the sky
leaving a mark

I am stronger than my scars
wiser than my mistakes
more capable than my
insecurities

I can only be me
I will only burn brightly
I wrote this poem at a vision board workshop at Magnus Veterans Foundation after making this art: https://drive.google.com/file/d/1uZvqAIXrdZwrW6fPkhN9YSVMl0Pkk_f5/view?usp=sharing
bow down with darkened heart
arise light-headed,
acclimating to illumination

engulfed in a storm,
whipped by wisps
lashes of Light
look down on me in a merciful eye
Springsteen in Oakland
     Dylan in Berkeley
                I sing.
Let’s take a walk down Memory Lane
So much to see
Lovers and others I discover
Such history
My first kiss
My first love
The young ‘un who was me
What I learned
What I lost
Regrets for sure
Good times with good friends
What came to be
Older, somewhat wiser
Checking out the past
Measuring, reminiscing
Remembering what lasts
I could stare at the sun
if I was promised I'd see your face.
I'd go blind searching for the bridge of your nose,
the crease of your eyelids, the curve of your lips.
In the visual silence I'd forever see you.
A promise held true.
Even in blindness, I'd still see you.
Inspired by my own love and Achilles' farewell to Patroclus
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