Tag: writing
member name: Bijou *~MotherGrizzly~* M.
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May 27, 2007 10:42 PM EDT --
She rushed head-first into every crevice
of her life, arms wide as if to embrace the unknown
and the wondrous-strange soon became dull-familiar
until the silence took on a bellow of its own.
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September 02, 2007 07:57 AM EDT --
Before leaving for work
I glance back at the bed–
Not too subtle, but you are asleep,
Dreaming of what, I can only imagine.
Under the covers, your form a smooth topography–
So tempting to . . . more
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April 29, 2007 10:26 PM EDT --
The times when she would sit
in the small, yellow-papered kitchen
near the bay window, she would gaze
outside, silently, and I
wondered, what is she staring at?
The crooked branch that used . . . more
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April 29, 2007 10:35 PM EDT --
Let’s play funeral home
she said, seated before her vanity mirror
I watched her powder her face
fragile skin like tulip leaves
cherry rouge seeped into the crevices
around her eyes and near her . . . more
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September 14, 2007 04:47 AM EDT --
She watches her lover sip the witches' brew
with disgust, his familiar form silhouetted by the evening's blue cloak. . . . more
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August 01, 2007 03:26 PM EDT --
Mama would use her shirt
to wipe it off of my cheeks,
or try, but instead, she would smudge
dreams and hollows beneath my eyes.
...inspired by the "one word challenge" . . . more
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August 05, 2007 09:14 AM EDT --
She precariously parked the supermarket cart,
watching its worn wheels
jump the concrete curb; it teetered dubiously
as if to remark–this prison is temporary.
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This poem is . . . more
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August 18, 2007 08:49 AM EDT --
Mama would brush her daughter’s tendrils
as if she could fingerpaint the past away,
and her toddler would chocolate-smile and lick the brownie batter
while Mama’s haunted eyes never completely . . . more
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