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Amy Kisor Poem
I was thinking in discontent, of the many fantasies that have danced through my head,
unable to fathom the means by which to brush reality, or to even consider it for
that matter.
Then I wondered, do I torment myself with these thoughts? Do I tie my happiness to
a dream that is just that, a dream?
Or maybe, my efforts are too weak to guide them into being.
Perhaps, fantasies are like tomorrows: once you reach them, they are no more. . . . .
Copyright © Amy Kisor | Year Posted 2015
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Amy Kisor Poem
I want to see you pull up
just as the sun has fallen behind the hill.
In that surreal moment that joins day to night.
I sit barefoot on the porch, a mom,
reveling in the peace of day’s end and the closeness
it brings.
You come to me.
Your walk is a sigh, stepping yet floating, accompanied
by an innocent smile and radiant eyes belonging
only to me. Born because of me.
You come to share my step, our step. A gesture so simple, so full of magic.
There we sit, talking and laughing, as sounds of the neighborhood surround.
Sounds of my home. You are glad to know them.
Copyright © Amy Kisor | Year Posted 2009
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Amy Kisor Poem
Underneath the swirling of the questions and the looming darkness,
Underneath the stuff that covers up the stuff that’s really there,
Underneath the need to take apart, and rearrange, and find the pain inside the good,
Stands the truth. And it is good.
I can see it now, or rather feel it.
I can’t know how, but mercifully it has been revealed, and I have vowed
not to let those things of mind slither between me and the good, my life.
I will not let them overcome my grasp.
I will not let my heart slip away from the
good I have found.
I will not let tears replace the smiles,
darkness replace the light
, questions replace clarity,
freedom become enslaved.
The truth, my life, it is mine, and it is wonderful.
I will not let it go.
Copyright © Amy Kisor | Year Posted 2009
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