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 Feb 2020 r
Anne Curtin
No
 Feb 2020 r
Anne Curtin
No
No poetry today.
No words for the despair.
No calming the fears.
No poetry today.
 Jan 2020 r
Jen
Wishing Well
 Jan 2020 r
Jen
She took off through the forest
Held on to the tail of a falling star-
If you listen closely,
You can still hear her echo  
From the bottom
Of the wishing well

She held on to this star for some time,
It led her down a path divine
What she did see on this journey
Could not be defined,
Every shape and color bending
With time, collapsed in space
Moving fast as light

Heavenly bodies soon turned
To dust,
There was the well
Once she reached the end

She simply looked in and said,
"I wish to be enough."
This poem can have multiple meanings depending on the perspective of the reader.  When writing it, I was thinking about how I've always wanted to be good enough in myself for someone...just my soul in its simplest form, accepted & understood without having to explain...lost in this dream.
 Jan 2020 r
Acme
Seeps
 Jan 2020 r
Acme
I'm ancient.
Stuff seeps out.
Can't ignore it.
Always a stain
and smell of death
around the bend.
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