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I sit numb and cold
The hard chair bites me awake
Time flew- 1:30 a.m.
nothing to fear
not when the Lord is by your side
so take courage and put on that armor
endless drops of time
clink
into other people's glassy mason jars
but did this predicament
help you give a little more love to yourself?
Trust to spread your arms like a bird,
a trill singing from your heart
falling back back
onto
a comfort of feathers and tears
a long ramble
and jamble
Talks to self in the mirror, pep talks
You see, you're
still in the stage of finding yourself.
I don't know who this if for,
but what I know is that you
can change the world.
No, it is not a matter of 'can', but a matter of
'will'?
The blue bird trilled
'oh, what a wonderful, jubilant day!'
a baby bird is hatched
  May 2020 Anne Shirley-Darcy
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Neither to imagine inarticulately the moon,
Nor to articulate unimaginatively the sun,
But to scan the celestial sphere for sublime inspiration: the poet.

‘I think our lives are surely but the dreams
Of spirits, dwelling in the distant spheres,
Who as we die, do one by one awake.’
- Edgar Saltus, Poppies and Mandragora
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