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Lori King-Roberts Poem
Miner's Dream
Somewhere in this truck-bed sand there is meaning
There are answers
Humor
Hope
A hand
Up
Somewhere in this earth's marrow I will find a meadow
Surrounded by old trees
And new trees
My heart's pan will fill to the brim
With joy like that which comes from the twinkling anticipation
Of watching her try to wink
Somewhere in this rocky stream amidst endless, worn smooth, pebbles of loss
I'll surely find steady breathing once again
Now as elusive as gold dust
Somewhere in this tender and tended soil
Tucked in beside nematodes and worm castings
I will leave my tools behind
For the next precious fool
Copyright © Lori King-Roberts | Year Posted 2023
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Lori King-Roberts Poem
We listened to Aretha's story
Sacred, bittersweet and certainly tear stained
Like a church window
You and I
Desperate for rest
And the get up and go that I know we'll both spoon into for breakfast
In the near dark
I smell honeysuckle reaching through the front screen door
I catch lightening bugs practicing their last Do-Si-Dos of summer
I breathe in my night cap
My kiss on the forehead
And watch our farm
Shimmy into the night
For now
There is grace
This grace we call home
Copyright © Lori King-Roberts | Year Posted 2023
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Lori King-Roberts Poem
DEAD WAIT
You brave enough child
You brave enough man
Just because you will it
Just because you can
To pierce the everchanging rock
To crack the patterned egg
To peer into the center
To witness then to beg
Yes, he left your mother
Said he disappeared
Said I stole him from her
Decidedly, flipped fear
Then drip drip drip
The trickle
Drip drip drip the bleed
Gashes gush from every side
Every blatant need
Vigilant servant lover
Wishful injured steed
No blessed nor glory's cover
Just bog like tacky weed
Snares at every crossing
Babies become boss
Grace shimmers only briefly
Persecution circumvents the cross
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Waves
Onyx blue and nearly suffocating
I reach
Far back in my memory
And beckon the lessons learned
Of measured, freestyle sweeps
Stretching every cell to beat high tide
I look once more across our prairie sea for that dependable horizon
Night shades yawn and stretch
My bones give up their adrenaline lifelines
My heart sheds its protective gear
I let loose of my held breath
I have made my way to the shore
Copyright © Lori King-Roberts | Year Posted 2023
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