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Rachel Seabaugh Poem
Falling is easy.
Tripping over caramel eyes,
Cascading down a smile.
A blur of loveliness in freefall.
Stumbling to the floor,
I land at your feet.
I dare you to meet me,
But you stand straight,
Perfectly balanced.
To be loved,
And love in return,
Is a dream
I’ll never sleep to find.
But I will continue to fall,
And you will never catch me.
Copyright © Rachel Seabaugh | Year Posted 2021
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Rachel Seabaugh Poem
My memory has been getting worse.
As seconds turn to years,
As mole hills turn to mountains,
As truths turn to theories.
I had memorized her shadow, the turn of her face,
I had memorized her golden curls bristled with wind,
All now stilled by dirt and borrowed words.
Only pictures remain, cursed in unbridled stillness.
A second loss to Father Time.
The first in blood, the second in cerebellum.
She fades from me like a tattoo in the sun,
While a stone remains, mocking forever.
How fitting her name should be printed into the Earth,
Curves of stone remembering long after I forget.
The wind no doubt less a cruel force than that of time.
Copyright © Rachel Seabaugh | Year Posted 2021
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Rachel Seabaugh Poem
The ground opens,
The taking begins.
Taking your flowers,
Taking your tears,
Taking my soul.
Into the hole goes two,
Grasping at roots.
Soul wearing wings,
Heartbeats replaced by shovel swings.
Only one escapes the hole.
And he indeed my freedom stole.
Oh to be a gravedigger.
Companions replaced by stones that shiver.
An audience of silent gargoyles who cry,
The only one worse off than him is I.
Copyright © Rachel Seabaugh | Year Posted 2021
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