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August 29, 2016

Dying Leaves

Green leaves burst forth heralding spring, summer to come Basking in sun amidst blooms bright pink, yellow, orange Magnificent beauty Abundant life It never lasts long enough Tears fall as blooms fade Leaves turn red, then brown Crisply dying on the ground Winter follows ___________________________________...

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August 16, 2016

The Loveliest Jar

A lovely jar thrown in clay by the Maker See it cracked chipped, smashed upon the ground Shattered to dust and shards Despair lingers until the Maker comes sweeps up each shard Each grain of clay dust He restores the jar to greater beauty ——-...

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August 9, 2016

Resurfacing in Blue

I should have seen it coming this sense of feeling blue Delving into trials of the past to write a memoir that’s true I’m doubtful that this venture is worth the time and pain Will I survive this process where no secrets will remain Or...

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August 1, 2016

Who Am I?

A Quadrille self-portrait for dverse Poets Pub. ——– I am afraid at my core but courageous because I know God loves me I am survivor, forgiver I am a killer, but forgiven I am an introverted extrovert straddling the line of expectations Melancholy but full...

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July 27, 2016

Drought of the Soul

In this wasteland of trials and tribulation pain and suffering illness and loss my soul longs for solace for Your refreshing waters but there is only drought My soul is parched cracking at its brittle seams thirsting for Your well of grace And yet I...

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July 27, 2016

A Dog’s Summer Vacation

I love vacation because I get to spend more time with my mom and dad. Even if a lot of that time is riding in the back seat of the car. Eventually we get out and I get to hang out while they eat their picnic lunch and share pieces of pastrami...

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June 27, 2016

A Betrayal of Roses

He sent six roses As if roses made it okay As if roses washed away feeling betrayed As if roses proved mom’s belief he was one of the good ones As if roses, his cute smile, and his silky blonde hair justified his actions ___________________________________ It’s Quadrille Monday at...

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