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 Sep 2021 G
 Sep 2021 G
we do not write poetry
we write mirrors
which are held up
to curious faces
who read
looking for their
own reflections
 Sep 2021 G
East Wind
Bad poetry
 Sep 2021 G
East Wind
Collections of my disorderly thoughts
gathered together with knots
of my ample desire
to make sense of my everyday life.
I write poetry, however bad they might be, to help me analyze my feelings.
 Sep 2021 G
 Sep 2021 G
I've got spiders crawling inside my head
They've got me like a moth struggling against their webs

And it's so hypnotizing the way I suffer
And it's so comforting the way I punish myself
 Mar 2020 G
I can see Spring
and her fine colours
from afar.
I long to stand under the
cherry blossom tree as
it rains confetti down on me.
Instead I stand in real rain, hazy,
pattering, smatterings of daffodils
pressed against barbed wire.
So they closed the formal garden at wollaton Park but I could look in on it from outside
 Mar 2020 G
Julia Brennan
 Mar 2020 G
Julia Brennan
i bathe in serene
sleepy mountainside ledges
kissed by lips of fall
 Mar 2020 G
Christa Ziegler
Take your heart
Unravel it
Uncoil the heartbeat
Into staccato imprints
Record your song

Take your dream
Feel it
Pull the colors
Through your fingertips
Paint your picture

Take your mind
Study it
Rope the chaos
Into a river of words
Write your story
 Mar 2020 G
My mind
From bit
To bit
And but
To but,
Each feeling
Too big
To leave
For the others.
And then
I notice
Between beats
Between breaths
Between tendon
And bone
For me
To be still
While my mind
Just isn’t.
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