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My Son Was Afraid Of The Storm
There was a monster in the sky,according to the shivering boy underneath my bed.He had scrambled under,his little legs kicking against the carpet as if it had sent the shocking scenes to the stars above him,his whole body shaking as tears trickled down his pale, perfect face.I followed him down to the darkness,taking his hand…
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The Sky Is A Waiting, Wailing Woman
The sky told me that she’d make something of me one day,sending me sweet rays, so I could grow strong.She would nurture me, despite my nature telling me to turn away.She would follow me round and round,no matter which way I faced,and confronted with this unconditional love,I had no choice but to constantly disappoint her.…
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Little Wooden Boat
Stormy skies surrounded the seething sea as it rushed around us,waspish waves that grow tall and then crash as the wind whistles and nature bristles with indignation.The boat is a beautiful one,blood red paint against the children of the trees in the forest where we had our first kiss. We bore this vessel,and then we…
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I Belong Everywhere
I have been to Paris with old lovers,Paris with new friends,I have written poetry in pencil on the bells of Notre Dame,and damned myself to hell as I fell from the Eiffel Tower. I belong everywhere.Daughter of dark nights, star filled skies and the melody of moonlight.Siren of slipping into sleep,then awaking in a dream,but…
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Winter’s Influence
Trees reach out with frozen fingertips for their lost leaves,placed in the eye line of the powder blue sky,the moon still shyly smiling across from the proud sun,as the last of the birds go to their summer homes. Winter has yet to arrive,but her influence is everywhere.Frost throws herself across the floor,claiming the calm streets…
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Sincerely, Jennifer x 