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Josephine Monteau Poem
A million feet stomp,
A million shoes, a million suits
Her petals have flattened into the ground
It’s rush hour
A woman stops briskly,
A happy change for her
Bending slowly with the stampede around her
She picks up the flower and brings her home.
Copyright © Josephine Monteau | Year Posted 2020
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Josephine Monteau Poem
When the day is running out of its breath,
I, myself, live in shades of gray and black
And welcome the nightmares waiting in bed
Beautiful ghosts and pictures of Lilac
Come here, you call, I remember your voice
The soft calling, the visions of color
I heard once before in my days of joy
You held me close and you made me calmer
So, my love, I awoke from my nightmare
No longer wrapped in its cold agony
Although you remained mostly unaware
Now it’s our love that’s in its infancy.
The nights are now gone with the black and gray,
Bright beautiful colors stream through the shades.
Copyright © Josephine Monteau | Year Posted 2020
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Josephine Monteau Poem
The voices sang to her
Spectacular yet hollow
The nurse edged the pills towards her
But she liked this better.
Copyright © Josephine Monteau | Year Posted 2020
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Josephine Monteau Poem
My fingers gently break through the sand,
Grasping as it runs through my hands.
I wipe the sweat from my lips,
Dripping and humid.
My body sighing and creaking,
Droplets run down my wrinkled skin.
My mortality is coming to an end.
I’ve spent many days upon this beach,
But now the sun is smiling at me
And the wind is hugging me closer.
The water lapping to my feet,
Anticipating my end
And to return to them.
Copyright © Josephine Monteau | Year Posted 2021
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