Micro-Poetry: Deny

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In this micro-poetry, “Deny.”

There is too much pain, I want to see more than a loss. I am that brighter flower that reaches for a blue sky of hope. But, my heart feels heavy today, after so many losses of mine own, the pain of the tragedies over the dreadful hurricanes, and now the shootings in Las Vegas. It almost too much for me. I am in tears.

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Urban Daily Haiku: Changes

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In this daily haiku, “Changes”

Water…ripples at the motion of movement. A quiet beach front and gray skies. Perspective is hung in the clouds. Pause is the granules between toes.

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Micro-Poetry: Deep

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A Micro-Poetry, “Deep.”

I always appreciate the depth of the one’s soul. And how we can either diminish (breaks into small pieces) or how we can exceed expectations, all is determined by the depth of our strength and passion we hold inside rib cages.

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Free Verse: This Was No Ordinary Church

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In this free verse poetry, “This Was No Ordinary Church.”

I want to share an experience with you of a Sunday that was quite strange when I was fifteen years old. I will never forget it either. I won’t say anything more…You must read and form your own opinion.

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Urban Daily Haiku: Hush

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In this urban daily haiku, “Hush”

An illusion of a soul burying the pain deep within the wall of the flesh of the heart. Open eyes are unable to see the depth and the emotion that one can carry. Sometimes a  disguise under a smile. Depression lingers in the white flowers holding shadows, and the tears absorbed through the stem.

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Ekphrastic Poem: I See the Glass

An ekphrastic poem, “I See the Glass.”

Look deep into the glass window, on the other side is a story. In this digital art piece, I wanted to show layers, layers of a face, of pain, bitterness, homelessness, of somebody. Hope you enjoy the story behind the piece of art.

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Urban Free Verse: Swallowing Blackness

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In this urban free verse poetry, “Swallowing Blackness.”

Have you ever walked into a cave like your swallowing darkness, then it goes down and down, endless? I was a fourteen-year-old girl when I first experienced caves, I have gone on a trip with aunt and uncle to Bly, Oregon.

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Little Faces of Harvey

In this urban free verse, “Little Faces of Harvey.”

A poem to the vulnerable children of whom has suffered an immessurable amount of devastation at the loss of their mothers and fathers at the hands of the hurricane Harvey. My heart goes out to them, a free verse piece of poetry and digital art piece.

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Urban Free Verse: Yellow Breathing Dragon

In this urban free verse poetry, “Yellow Breathing Dragon.”

A young woman endures hardships of love in a relationship and the yellow breathing dragon who brings a storm of emotion and ruination of the landscape of love. An urban free verse poetry and digital art piece to elevate thoughts and perspective.

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Urban Free Verse: Soul Searching

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An Urban Free Verse: Soul Searching

Going for a hike up top a hillside or through a forest. One could find answers in the trees. Leaves floating in the breeze sing of life, nature’s solace offers gifts. I find myself there quite often. I wait for the lyrics in the birds, song of the wind. It’s priceless. It doesn’t cost anything to soul search.

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Free Verse: Lingering Emotive

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A free verse poetry, “Lingering Emotive.”

When I am with nature, it’s amazing how certain fragrances or smells that bring about memories. Memories of places and things I’ve experienced with people. People that still exist and those who have moved on from life.

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Quote: Dying with Wolves

“When you ask why I left, my answer would be, I couldn’t die with you. Cause where would she be, a wee babe in a forest of wolves.” – Linda J. Wolff

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