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Hannah Roberts Poem
I’ll have given my strength
And fingers quake, a collapse
And at weary arm’s length,
A kind soul, and perhaps—
When my legs hold
A weight more than can bear,
Suddenly, kin’s grip: ivy! Marigold!
And gentle worry—soulful care.
And lovers pass, and flowers die,
And I lament: this Lonely grew
She held me in her arms, yet I
Through companions, abandon blue.
It parts when Lonely dips her head,
And bonds that grow do never part;
Behold, my champions who help quell my dread:
The friends I keep close in my heart.
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Hannah Roberts Poem
Two hearts in one;
The fervid, the furtive—
I was molded into multiplicity.
I was forged from fire (from fear, from feathers.)
They beat with rage.
They beat with harmony.
In the mirror, I see two women—
One woman, divided, or
Maybe the division is unity.
Parts exist to create a whole.
I was born from fire and fear and feathers.
I was split-down the middle and stitched back again.
I will be split again;
From my parts, I will become whole.
I am each one of my fragments—
A chimera of a woman. Parts reconstructed.
From my shards, I will come back:
I will be fire and fear and feathers.
4/8/21
Chimera
Donna Moody
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Hannah Roberts Poem
It weaves its way along my brain,
And brands with fire a ballad’s tune,
And repeats more its strident rune;
Over speech and thought it holds its reign.
My body twists--it dances alone
To chords and chime;
A tuneful rhyme:
A melody sown.
And though the worms of ear do eat,
Rhythmically gnawing in my head,
It dispels my wanton dread;
I find the music pleasantly sweet.
October Poetry Contest
Regina McIntosh
9/30/2020
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