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Golden iris
In honor of my great-grandmother, Elizabeth Sawyer, who raised the best mother I could ever have.
This week during the steaming afternoon
of a Delaware Wednesday in late May
my mother told me she hated the in- -
Myth of the Reaper
The sounds of some louder men stain
The sheets of some quieter women.
Then grows the silence that reaps the hills
Where Death seldom speaks.
I've heard the voice of the Grim Reaper;
She is as holy as she is deadly. -
Inquiries for Greek Gods and Goddesses
I want to shed my skin like a snake and
be offered to gods of divinity;
Aphrodite is it possible to
be beautiful without immortal youth?
I stick in the blunt tongues of sinners like -
It's Memorial Day-
It’s Memorial Day-
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Mother Don't Leave Me
Mother don’t leave me, raise me like one of your garden beds.
Mother don’t leave me, teach me everything you know about soil, about nature.
Mother don’t leave me, show me how to navigate the forest after a storm. -
Mother Deerest
My baby was stolen in the late afternoon of a wet spring day
as we grazed the forest in peace with no worry in our minds.
I had warned her of the greedy beast who stalked our home,
Loves
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My Dearest Maria
The house was empty without her. The kitchen was robbed of laughter. Our room had stolen comfort. Nothing was the same. She was my everything.
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Moon
Magnificent beams glow around the beautiful ball of light floating in the night sky
Orbiting earth, all day and night, visiting every inch of the world
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Girlhood (In honor of International Women's Day)
I love being a girl
but I hate what it took
for me to be able to go to school
for me to know I will be able to vote
for me to know that I will be allowed to get a job when I grow older
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My Love Poem
If I could paint the sky in the hues of colors I feel when I look at you,
The sky would no longer be just one color.
If I could write in words how much I love you,
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First Snow of Winter
The salt rained down like stars, scattering their souls across the ebony pavement. It burned through microscopic flakes of glass that lay there, turning to liquid ash. Like a forest fire, life began to sprout within the constellation's cradle.
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Pieced the Puzzle Together
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Catch thou looking at the night
Eos covers thy heart with light
I think not of what I have done
Languish under thy thought
Iris dances in the dark
Not for I, but for thine eyes