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 Jun 2015 Carolin
Richard Riddle
Reading the works by Sally, Vicki, Catherine(SoulSurvivor), Ryn, Deborah, Elizabeth, and Pamela Rae, is akin to drinking champagne from a crystal flute. Me, cheap beer from a Mason Jar.

copyright:(revised) June 03, 2015
 Jun 2015 Carolin
Sjr1000
White boulders
laying side by side
on the Mad River
incline
at low tide.

Boulders breathing
sliding heaving into
the waters currents,
Inquisitive
black eyed faces
with
perpetual smiles,
Maybe they're just built
that way.

Babies crying their mother's name,
But only the River
hears their call
until mothers
as they usually do
return
to nourish their off spring too.

One day not far away
these babies cries
go quiet.

Sand banks fall into the river
the only sound
as the tide
starts flowing back on in.

The ocean one way,
The river the other,
Converging at the mouth,
the two mingle
singing to each other,
Ocean waves
River currents
as the tide changes
from in to out
somehow just like life itself.

One day not to far away
boulders slide
moving into the water
without a mommy cry,
The Mad River
by their side
or
immersed
in the comings and goings
of the tides
sleeping
white boulders
side by side,
Barking from time to time.
The photo on my home page, the mouth, too bad it's not in color.
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 Jun 2015 Carolin
Pax
strong enough
 Jun 2015 Carolin
Pax

I’m strong enough not to let you see me fall apart
So I hide my cries between my sighs.

I’m strong enough to stand alone against the cold landscape
So I hide my sadness between fake faces.

I crave, I starve, I wonder
And get lost in the process.
Then end up getting back to where I started.

How far will I stay strong?
How far will I carry along this dying song?
When will I ever belong?
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I always talk on how poetry is an embark journey of mine. But more often I came back with recurring questions. I can say “I’m strong enough” but for how long, how far long will I go, or how much more I can take… big sighs…
 Jun 2015 Carolin
Neex
I fight with noone,
But one fights with me,
For i see no sense in raised voices,
And from there,
We do not share the same conversation.

I say not a word,
Unless if needed.

I seek only peace,
For my emotions are fragile.

I rage easily,
Unknown to others,
I hold more strength than i let on,
So i breathe,
Remain thoughtless.

For i fight with noone,*
And let one fight with me.
I'm a peaceful person but my emotions are wild, they are now caged within and i set some free in my poetry.
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