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Poetry words
Like fluffy cakes,
with cream and, conserve
The strength,
was in the beating mix
A strong preserve,
with a variety of ticks,
that formed an eclipse

© 2021 Carol Natasha Diviney

Crows have just arrived,
hundreds of them on wires
such a delight, some decorate
skeletal branches, light follows
they disappear, not everything
about darkness is daunting.

In the underlying layers of green
The perennials begin to dream
In the dying scent that sweeps the air
The autumn showing signs of wear
Between a dying rose and being caught
In an eclectic mix of design and thought

I am trying to become strong-
Acting as though it didn't matter-
And perhaps it didn't matter much.
I have learned to suppress my feelings-
the feelings that're lost in the dark.
We are two humans now on different roads-
Different views, different destinations.
This road goes nowhere; I know if I don't stop here,
I will find myself standing alone in the valley of death.

Coffee and writing sound very inviting:
sit, sip the roast, and write a few words;
by the end of the cup, all the words would add up
to a wholesome fic – it's a magic trick!