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  Feb 11 Glass
is bittersweet,
good has come and gone,
the bad a steady presence.

it's down right perilous,
the fear of quicksand,
swallowing us whole.
it's watching the stars to see a meteor.

it was a blessing to love you.
the return of flowers after a dead winter.
I'll hold onto you for as long as I can.
  Feb 11 Glass
i will have no way to your grave.
i will wish i was with you.
i will cry. and i will remember.
it's been 7 years, and at this point,
i don't remember your voice.
i can't recall your face.
i remember your eyes.
they were blue,
and always filled with unshed tears.
i won't ever forget you,
even if i do.
grandpa, i miss you.
  Feb 11 Glass
dawn breaks
eyes open
another day
a little taller but
weaker too
they do say it gets
but is better
hope so…
  Feb 11 Glass
David Lessard
I used to read your poems
but lately you don't write
you're silent and aloof
you know that isn't right.
You can't close a door once opened
you can't abolish all your dreams
you're a poet of the heart
mustn't fall apart at the seams.
Say what you can in words
they speak the message true
spoken from the heart
the poems will see you through.
A hermit's not your style
a recluse, you are not
never give up writing
of things that you've been taught.
I used to read your poems
I'd read them once again
if you would send them out
(this one's from a poet friend)
  Feb 11 Glass
this invisible monster is strong and i'm stronger,
but right now i'm just tired
  Feb 11 Glass
Stu Harley
my soul
journeyed across
red river gorge
legs felt like
cockatoo green bamboo stilts
emptied out
  Feb 11 Glass
Chloe Jackson
It's all just numbers, isn't it?
Day by day,
Year by year,
Always counting.

Day by day look at the number on the scales.
Let the caloric calculator count until your head is filled with numbers.

Minute by minute count the seconds it takes for him to text you back.
Let the doubt and fear multiply until your head is full of him.

Term by term let a percentage on a piece of paper define your worth.

Don't we have better things to do than count?
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