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Katresa Durham Poem
If I told you to sit and listen,
Would you?
If I grabbed you by the hand and pulled you close,
Would you feel my aroma like an overdose?
If I spoke softly in your ear of memories that I held near,
Would you reminisce like you were there?
If I told you my darkest woes,
Would you comfort me and hide me from my foes?
If I sang you a song,
Would you fancy me a little romance?
If I asked you under starlight to kiss me and hold me tight,
Would you never let me go?
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Katresa Durham Poem
If water could talk, I wonder if it would say yuck.
I wonder if the water that is in our tears would feel wasted.
If trees could talk, I'm sure they would put humans in their place.
If trees could talk, it would be an absolute waste
for man would cut them down without haste.
Man fears what it doesnt understand and it seeks to conquer all land.
If water could talk, I'd never want it to stop.
If trees could speak, they would have all the wisdom we seek.
For those who wish to grow, let the water flow.
Let your hearts run wild through the trees and always be listening.
Amidst all the chaos and all the change, all the wildness and all the rage;
Focus on the trees.
Focus on the water.
Focus on these.
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Katresa Durham Poem
Its april twenty sixth, two thousand and twenty
and
everything
feels like honey.
The aroma is thick and feels sticky.
I want to believe that honey is sweet and pure,
but that wouldnt be entirely true.
For honey is processed
the same as me and you.
The times are heavy for everyone and it starting to feel
like the madness has just begun.
That wouldnt be true would it though.
We've been running mad for a while now
and it is starting to blend like chow from a mad cow.
Nothing is what it seems and one has to find happiness in misery.
My nerves are running a mile a minute and all I can do is sit here with it.
The hope is endless and my faith is fearless, but everything feels funny.
Funny like raw honey from a bee that has a disease.
I'm sticky and and the air is thick.
How can one survive through it
Copyright © Katresa Durham | Year Posted 2020
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