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Bhill Mar 2020
hush, they murmured to the crowd
please don't wake up the new day
the promise of a new beginning is within
within the very heart of the silence
calmness will be here with the sunrise

Brian Hill - 2020 # 67
m Mar 2020
we went to that place, that
vulnerable oasis, where
lovers are nursed  
and destroyed;
that march evening
coolness mesmerized by
the silence, by the pure plant,
by the bass in that song
echoed between my thighs

the poems are conceived
in my mouth, on my tongue,
my taste buds
prance around your skin
like honeybees,
your eyes seek perennial
poignancy
and dumfounded i open
myself like a rose
Abby Cunningham Feb 2020
today i put sheets on my bed
not a big deal to most
today i picked clothes up off of my floor
not a big deal to most
today i put clothes in the hamper
not a big deal to most
today i washed my blankets and clothes
not a big deal to most
today i washed my hair and face
not a big deal to most
but today i made progress
today i took care of myself
today i broke through two months of brokenness
today i took a step to recovery
today was a big deal to me
haven’t had sheets on my bed in two months. but i cleaned my room and made my bed and felt good.
Debbie Lydon Feb 2020
Dust, just dust, with a sad or smiling face,
That successful dust who learned to mimic life's pace,
The dust on the outside is sleeping rough and is alone,
While the dust seen through the window has a family and a home.

Sometimes this dust can create and conjure beauty,
And other times it will destroy in the name of fear or duty,
I know some dust who keeps their grace hidden under floorboards,
I know some other dust who sings out their grace with compassionate chords.

I have seen a swirling dust who keeps in perfect time with the breeze,
I have also seen a static dust who refused nature's offering of ease,
Often I see dust succumb to time's hypnosis and monotony,
But occasionally, I see dust be brave and break the silence with a symphony.

Dust, just dust, it is the beginning of me,
From dust were you made and it is our actuality,
The wonder of the world is at the mercy of this fine matter,
We are walking, breathing, dancing dust, we'll paint the glass and watch it shatter.
Gabrielle Feb 2020
Along the shoreline of this valley
We conceived our dreams
A new journey on summer time-
You and I shall become One.

But cold was Cymopoleia's wrath-
She sent tides to unbind our bond!
So on this shore - our dreams crumbled-
To summer and beyond, thus, I mourned.

Another leap year, and a year gone by-
I am standing again on this shore.
Behold!
The summer sun sparkles once more.
Ah, my love, I could feel you smiling back.
an old write
Bhill Feb 2020
Of course, masterpieces of the mind, require sensationalism
Returning to the womb to re-visit the beginning
This journey is one extraordinarily odd voyage
Can it be achieved

Brian Hill - 2020 # 33
Take yourself back to the beginning.
Start fresh...
Yanamari Jan 2020
I'll tell you
The story of the circle
Stuck in its path
Slowly turning
Moving forward and yet
Slowly turns back
And although the circle
Tries to pull
Away from its path
The curve is set,
The beginning is its end
Nothing changes;
Not it's knowledge,
It's perspective
Or prosperity.
Full circle,
No beginning
No end.
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