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  Sep 2018 Megan Parson
Cné
There's a flower
that grows
in the darkness.
It actually flourishes
in the shade.

It blooms in spite
of the darkness
when sunlight
begins to fade.

So many reasons
it shouldn't exist.
I wish it’s beauty
could be celebrated
with a smile.

As one of
those flowers  
I may as well bloom,
because it’s gonna be
dark for a while.

There’s a flower
that grows in darkness.
Lily of the Valley is said to be biblical.
Legend has it that Lily of the valley
sprang from Eve's tears
when she was exiled
from the Garden of Eden.
  Sep 2018 Megan Parson
Lawrence Hall
In the work cart I find a luna moth
And is it dead?  With gentle hands I lift…
And off it flies! into the sunlit leaves
Breeze-wavy in the pale September sun

          Among the apple and cherry and oak

I labor away at summer’s excess
And clear the paths and glades of weatherfall
Sorting out litter to a merry fire
And billets to store for the winter hearth

          Sweet gifts of apple and cherry and oak

The bees seem to wonder what I’m about
Sitting awhile, and thinking the summer out

          Beneath the apple and cherry and oak
Your ‘umble scrivener’s site is:
Reactionarydrivel.blogspot.com.
It’s not at all reactionary, tho’ it might be drivel.
  Sep 2018 Megan Parson
Nayana Nair
The moon shines in my tear lined eyes.
On the edges of my nails that have lost their color.
Tonight once again
light falls on only on those bits of me
that are in no need for the love of a neutral god.
  Sep 2018 Megan Parson
Ashly Kocher
Count on me
When you need a friend
Count on me
Just take my hand
Count on me
I’ll lead the way
Count on me
Come with me, this way
Count on me
To be a listening ear
Count on me
Never to judge
Count on me
Always to be there
Count on me
Count your blessing with me
Always you can....
             COUNT ON ME
  Sep 2018 Megan Parson
Star BG
Each day, in breath I climb a mountain of words.
Letters being like dirt spread below feet.
Pen like staff carrying me upward.

Each morning at daybreak, I climb gracefully.
Streams of word currents drift on pond like page.
Birds echo as catalyst to bond with life’s gift.

Each moment with force, I dance on word peaks.
Sun’s rays mix with endless possibilities.
Gratitude fills lungs, as balance anchors.

Until, top is reached to end poem with gratitude.
Until, voice sings and peace is mine.
Inspired by communication with
Eleanor Prince
Thank you.
  Sep 2018 Megan Parson
helloitsyellow
i have told the story of how you destroyed me so many times
and the funny part is
that i tell it the same way every time
but this last time that i told it
it felt different
and
i have spent a long time thinking you took up more space than you actually did
because i dedicated a whole chapter of my life to you
and for a while
that was the only chapter i was reading
but
it turns out you were just another paragraph
in the story that is my life
and
my story is my favorite book to read
so i won't let you ruin my favorite book for me
you barely deserve a page
there is no way in hell i'm giving you a chapter
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