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Mayflowers
I am made of mayflowers,sweet symbol of the spring.I wait all winter, to watch myself grow,singing my overture in the shade,as the sunlight fades away. My mother walked with great pain,a crown on thorns in her womb and a pebble in her shoe,but she carried her flowering child,until she found the forest and spilled me…
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Forecast
The leaves are threatening to fall again, dreich days replace the summer haze that I barely noticed until it was all I needed, and then, suddenly, the sun was nowhere to be seen, and the leaves leapt from the trees. This does not bode well.
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Sunflowers and Cigarettes
Sunflowers sleep atop black curls, surrounding my sweet face, floral crown, shining in the sunlight that never seems to want to leave. The charms of my bracelet jingle jangle on the boat’s cleat, as I ache for the ocean, just beyond my reach. I hear God in the ocean’s howl, and he is kinder to…
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The New Moon
The new moon brings me to the sun. I am staring into heaven for the sake of the my sanity. The new moon said that she was in love with me before I gave up on myself, but that she’d find a way to love what I’d become, and I smiled, sighing at her kindness,…
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Healing Tree
Snow has sunk into the ground, beaten and defeated by the soft rays of the sun. I stare, seated in my kitchen, at the pleasant pink and blue that peeks from behind the branches of a healing tree, a tree that has weathered the winter, spurred on by the promise of return and renewal. The…
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Sincerely, Jennifer x 