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...the feeling of going home again
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...depicting love as a mystery
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Winter’s siege…
A lost eden
A once idyllic life
Poet and novelist Sylvia Plath
dies a suicidal death
of carbon monoxide poisoning
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The Idiom of Pipe-Dreams
pine trees and morning shadowssilhouette another day atop an unmade bed,
a diamond hand of solitaire is played
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The Ethereal Thrill
Let me be the ethereal thrillas you lie upon a comforting twill …the oscillating breeze, that sinuouslygets to you..
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Till Alas the Thorn Bird Sings
I shall dare the sun to shine,
till alas the thorn bird sings
dare the sun to shine
and the sky to rain&h..
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From a King James bible,psalm 23 is readStoically,
peacefullyshe breathes in and breathes outpockets of air,as the pinging of a heart mon..
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Paris Mornings
He writes me
of Paris mornings,
of intermitting showers on the river, Seine.
We talk of streets in Antibes
damning the mi..
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l feel the weight of words upon my tongue,
like the dying breath of Keats
Splintered, am l
by the myriad of days that bleed your memory,
by th..
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...a rhyme of longing, and love
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