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 Nov 2020 Jen
Shrika
-Light-

Darkness pours into me
in shimmering rivulets,

-Is-

thrumming in staccatos
of carnal dour;

-All-

begging me to yield, to burn,
to drown in its mercy,


-That-

But it knows not that
a flicker is all it takes
to light

-Remains-
Diwali, the festival of light, celebrated in India signifies this hope, new beginnings and the power of light.
A very happy diwali to everyone!

I'm very thankful to everyone in this wonderful community who have been constantly supporting me and have been appreciating my poems. I have now decided to take a break in writing as I'm almost at the end of my senior year in school and things have started to get hectic. I may not be able to post anything for a few months. Hopefully by the time I come back with a new poem, I'd have a good chance of getting into my dream college(fingers crossed):D
 Nov 2020 Jen
Mrs Timetable
Is this “show”
A reality?
Or is this “reality“
A show?
So much to absorb
 Nov 2020 Jen
Mrs Timetable
Heartbroken
To see hundreds of years
Uprooted and thrown
To the ground
Broken
Destroyed
A wicked wind
So violent
It took out the young
Newly rooted
The ancient
The massive
Weak from drought
Majestic and still
Laying on their sides
Looking imposing
Root history exposed
For all to see
For me
An honor
To witness
Laying there
Respecting more now
Than when you were born
You did make a name
Appreciating now
You weren't only a tree
96 MPH winds took out an incredible amount of trees this past week. I've never looked at these trees like I did this week.  Not to mention the power of the wind.  Massive trees uprooted and knocked down. It was death. And it was heartbreaking.
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