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Blueberry Ice Feb 13
I’ve always wondered what pushes Sisyphus to keep pushing the rock,
The struggles it took to bring it on top.
Just to find it at the bottom, and again he pushes it up
I’d like to think he rides the rock
When it rolls down from the mountain top,
I hope he enjoys the gust of wind as he sled down, carefree
And that he was… genuinely content.
And it was actually worth it,
To spend his eternity striving to be happy.
  Dec 2022 Blueberry Ice
If you don't heal what hurt you,

You'll bleed on people who didn't cut you.
You look
and a beauty she is
Then she moves, smiles and talks
and the beauty is gone.
    You look
and you don’t see beauty at all
Then she moves, smiles and talks
And a beauty she is!

Beauty is more then what the eyes can see.
It’s indeed in the eye of the beholder.

  Feb 2022 Blueberry Ice
Landon Keys
The crushing weight of uncertainty
Can certainly be
The end of me
But why lie beneath
The lies and heat
We've lived and died
In subtlety
You're ripening
Now it's time to see
Him playing for pipe and string
He's not the type to sing

Hanging from the rafters.
  Feb 2022 Blueberry Ice
Caroline Shank

He was perfect at loving me.
He knew the sweet spot.

He walked with me and
He talked with me.

That's a song.  I forget the rest
But i didn't forget him.

He appeared
like A Grace.

He took

A longtime
going away. .  

He left in the

I am invisible now,
by your side.

Tomorrow i will write him a letter
and i will Trust.

Tomorrow i will do a lot of things.
Alone i watch him flailing in
the wheat's crease where it

spreads itself on the road.

Love is a sorrow to my
soul.   He is missed
by the flowers we planted.
His memory blossoms,
The pain of this soldier's
retreat opens every night.


I wear his medals and

rub the shine

of the


Caroline Shank
Blueberry Ice Feb 2022
I cannot find my worth
Not in the letters on my name,
especially not in the look on your eyes, nor in the sound of your voice.

I cannot find my worth elesewhere,
nor the point of everything.
Only the point of the daggers of your command,
urging me to run, when my body was limp and couldn't move.

But move anyway.
One step at a time, away from that edge.
One day, all will make sense.
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