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 Oct 2023
Nishu Mathur
Once I caught a teardrop, I put it to good use,
I sealed it in a bottle and sent it to my Muse,
She wrote a little song, heart broken and forlorn,
And from one tiny tear, my first verse was born.

Once I caught a frown, I put it to good use,
I crumpled it like paper and sent it to my muse.
She smoothened all the furrows, gave it back to me,
And from my petty anger, she gently set me free.

Once I caught a smile, I put it to good use,
I gave it little wings and sent it to my muse . .
With a twinkle in her eyes, I could hear her say,
With laughter in your heart, may you find your way.


Once I caught a thought, I put it to good use,
On my white winged horse, I flew right up to my Muse,
With a knowing smile, she held my eager hand,
She gave me a prayer, wisdom to understand.

And when, in gratitude, I thanked my feathered Muse,
She gave me a quill and said, ‘Put it to good use’.
 Aug 2022
RLF RN
For two years, I wondered.
Where were you?
How are you?
What happened?

For two years, I searched.
Every hint, sign, detail,
"Is there something I've missed?"
I recalled.

For two years, I tried.
To forgive, to move forward,
to set you free.
Yes, I think I did.

For two years, I hoped.
That you also wondered,
searched, recalled,
and maybe tried.

For two years, I prayed.
To keep you safe,
happy, successful,
and well-loved.

Two years later, you answered.
You remembered, you allowed
yourself to be found.
You tried, I believe you did.

Two years later, I still pray.
To keep you safe, happy
and successful in my open arms.
That for the next two years to stay,
I may love you just well-enough.
 Jun 2022
Winter Allen Jane
Your drafts are always better than your poems
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