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Karen Browner Oct 27
Today is the last day of baseball season in DC
it has been a rollercoaster of ups and downs.

But, with the crack of a bat, or an unbelievable double play, DC managed to catch an elusive unicorn. Colored, bright red, white, and blue.

Embroidered with a curly W.

This team may not be together next year this thought brings great sadness in me I wish they could stay like this, eternally.

But baseball like life is fleeting, and the World Series champions title may seem more far than near.

That ubiquitous call of wait 'til next year gathers ever closer
we fear

We want to hold on to the magic... of this year
To the excitement and wonder and the chanties of Baby Shark that fill the ear.

It is the end...for us at home this year, there still may be two games left to play, as hard as it is for me to say

See y'all Nats, and Nats fans; next year.
words that rhyme
taking snippets out of time.

they can be here and now
or long ago.

they can be familiar
or someone you don't know.

they can speak of love given
or of love hidden.

they can be happiness or sorrow
but, always they tell a story.

a poem is what i wanted to write
to say the things i feel.
no matter how difficult
i wanted to get to the real.

words to help me with fixing my broken places
anointing me with all that graces my heart.
I feel yellow
Like the sun
I am radiant

I feel life-affirming
I feel infinite

I am possibilities
I am love
Karen Browner Apr 19
piece by piece
brick by brick
I put up walls to
keep me safe

at first, I thought it a good idea
I could move through life
feeling kind of secure

I have found
what I wanted to keep out
was necessary to grow

I needed the friction of
what scared me to make me
who I was supposed to be

I am bored within these walls and restless

and have missed out on so much
yet,  I feel unable to break free of that habit
now a part of me.
Karen Browner Mar 19
I've seen you around for a while.
I wonder what your name is.
I want to see you smile.

Hey brown eyes,
don't you want to come out and play?
Karen Browner Mar 14
i wanted to find
some eloquent quote to say
how much i miss you.

but, of all the words ever written,
or that ever will be written.
nothing says it more than -

i miss you, mom.
poor tiger
allowing the
fickle whims of life
usurp her grandeur
going with the flow
not going with her fire
allowing the pressure of
the everyday
drive her
further and further
from what God intended her to be
she sees her stripes
her coat majestic
the beat of her heart
her eyes electric
she was
meant to be
she... is me.
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