Still, Always
...I. Beyond the open dormer, high boughs of trees stir.
Your voice is in the green leaves,
In the mingled limbs moving, stirred by fluid air
Flowing past the casement, touching eyelid and cheek. Sho...
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Categories:
patchworking, feelings, longing, loss,
Form: Blank verse
I Am a Voodoo Doll
...Here I am
a voodoo doll
made from rags
of what is left
filled with organic lavnder
of what once was
squashed between two palms
without a lifeline
I am here
whilst you are there
be...
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Categories:
patchworking, emotions,
Form: Free verse