Barbara
Evergreen that is what that smile says to me Standing tall indifferent to snow and rain Withered body still your smile shows no plea a sunflower in bloom you hold no pain
Are you the forest thick with resilience? Depression planes brought war and fear around Through this fear fog Your smile knew no silence you were a redwood your limit knew no bound
A paradise heart your love blooms outward Middlemist red a rarity unknown Your gaze never backward only forward Stoic warmth While Others frozen as stone
Grandmother flowering in a wasteland Your blooms in the dessert defying sand
Teenage whispers
like days they play an ever-steady game , not sure if anything other than themselves will ever be the same so they wander and they have fun never wanting to know the damage being done because they were free spirits raised in the summer sun like dandelions in the ghettos of the world there time would soon come
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Marilyn Mortician
We go about our lives pleasing others ignoring the words that desperately want to escape. I am a wildflower of the universe, a mother, and often described by the adjective odd. the previous influence and infect all parts of my writing.
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Nightmare and whim Bubbles of whimsy drifted around like fantasy was just within reach but nightmares were only to be found Long laid down in slumber black butterflies began weaving my dreams at nightmares seams. a quilt, no a tapestry of screams began to come to life a scene that was stitched into my mind every night. Bulimic ballerinas spinning their pirouettes china dolls picked off their porcelain. In these scenes i cannot escape in my dreams the views, the horrible news of alcoholics crawling down the street, licking the inside of every bottle they see. is it real? because that is how it feels. too constant to be a figment, yet just out of touch with reality. It is in the night i begin my plight, my descent into the realm of madness it is then I cast out the black eyed children, and rip the flesh from my skin. It is then that I awake screaming wishing, daring myself to fish out a dream A dream of fantasy and whim
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