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 Jul 2023 Danica
N
I pretend that my heart doesn’t sink
when I remember, only fragments of you

I pretend to want this life
even when I can no longer stomach it

I pretend not to notice my scars
underneath my new green skirt

I pretend to be alive
despite my decaying soul
Today I saw an impressive colored sky
One color, deep nuance
of strange dark blue,
almost purple blue
as far as the eyes could see.
Not one  cloud in sight.
And what took my breath away,
yes I smiled ,
was a snow globe like moon.
Very rare.
A bright yellow sickle at the bottom
and a thin line shaping the globe.
Inside little yellow dots.
It was a snow globe moon.
It followed me to work at 6 am
It was my Christmas moon
and made my day.




Shell ✨🐚
How precious to feel happy just looking at nature
 Feb 2021 Danica
N
A Letter For Her
 Feb 2021 Danica
N
You,
I tried to forget

Does my longing
not reach you?

You,
who abandoned my trembling hands,
it is my dreams you will not leave

But tell me,
is there a cure for longing?
 Jun 2020 Danica
Meera
you inhale tragedies
and exhale poetry
From where do you get your perseverance?
 Jun 2020 Danica
Shofi Ahmed
Wounded by one
same stone
crying in many tones!
 Jun 2020 Danica
Left Foot Poet
If she didn't color her hair,
what color would it be,
I ask,
making early morning holiday
bed talk

Gray, she replies

disputation, I say,
for I see yet much
brune underneath,
nary a single hairy grayling

smiling with affection,
she salutates:

appearances of a changeling,
perhaps,
I am or always be,


like one of your new poems,
using old words for new colors,
my rainbow always ends,

decorating our bed
I would love to find the perfect answer
even though nothing is really perfect.


(Not really a poem)
Without repost
You can’t spell presto
TA-DA!
Reposts are magical
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