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Claire Pletcher Poem
what silent love could capture the attention of the stars?
what passionate force could rival all of the cosmos?
what earthly bellows of joy could shake the planet?
what perfect love could last?
what souls could dance the borderless dance of true love?
the sun and moon perhaps
the stars and wisps of clouds assuredly
no pair of mortal souls
as complex as the dawn
whose feelings are as short-lived as such
could remain afloat in the rolling sea of ardent intimacy
whose tides are high and whose storms are billowing
what temporal pair could face such a threat?
perhaps one whose love sends shudders through the seas
falters through the very plates of the earth
whose dance entertains the watching eyes of the moon
whose proclamations of faith scare the morning fog
yet still
the earth's tears of rain shall fall
for she has watched this same force collapse a million times before
Copyright © Claire Pletcher | Year Posted 2023
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Claire Pletcher Poem
Traits of my Character
I lie often and without thinking
I convinced myself I hate roses because most people love them
I give the stray cats outside the Mexican restaurant bits of my enchilada
I admire the French
I’m sitting on my bedroom's raggedy carpet wondering
What bits of my soul I could offer up
To make you relate to me
Or hate me
To feel something
About my existence
I’m not loyal
However I love baby’s breath and Bukowski
Do you feel something yet?
All the traits of my character
The wondrous little bits of humanity I cling to
I’ve tried to dissect it for you
But my paper remains nearly blank
And my pen full of ink
Who am I?
Copyright © Claire Pletcher | Year Posted 2023
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Claire Pletcher Poem
If I were your love
I would sand my sharp edges smooth
And keep my touch soft
If I were your love
I would hold you
So tight that the cold winds of life couldn’t reach
If I were your love
I would wrap you up in pretty cloth
And kiss your forehead each night before bed
If I were your love I would put bandaids on those cuts you hide away
And wash the dirt off you’re soul
But I was not your love
And your love was not love at all
Copyright © Claire Pletcher | Year Posted 2023
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Claire Pletcher Poem
Sunflower Season
Just beyond town
Past Walmart
And the line of fast food
A field of sunflowers grow
As the heat dies down
And backpacks are taken out of the closet
Their black heads lined with yellow lace begin to rise
To the right lies a cornfield
And across the highway, wheat
They say the sunflowers grow for the farmer's wife
Or maybe to fill his pocket with something to chew on
The kindergartners insist he simply likes the way the big yellow petals glow
We scoff
No profit, no gain
As the breeze grows more confident
And sandals are traded for boots
Their lace begins to fade
And their black faces sigh
I drove by once in those last weeks
I saw the farmer sitting on the bed of his pickup
Watching the sun's golden beams embrace the flowers
I swear I saw him smile
No profit
Yet, perhaps a gain
Copyright © Claire Pletcher | Year Posted 2023
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