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Susie Jones Poem
My little doll's smile
is fading away
a small crack in its beauty
a forming decay
My little doll's paint
is starting to strip
each colorful strand
departing
they'll be missed
My little doll's clothes
are tattered and torn
worn from living
and worn from the scorn
My little doll is leaving
a truth I rarely face
My little doll is leaving
her truth behind
erased
If I could change the world
I would not change it at all
for change has killed my dolly
for change has stained my heart
Copyright © Susie Jones | Year Posted 2024
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Susie Jones Poem
and time seems to still into
a whirlwind of colors
or maybe it's just You
You shine
so maybe for today repeated
each crumpling brown leaf
will be eyed as a blossom
don't I deserve this deception
don't We?
and each color seems to swirl
an array of art
so abstract no hunter
could pinpoint You to a frame
Your movements a dance
the song of the wind
Your gentle smile beckons Me
who wouldn't
fall
and even if the drop kills Me
I'd do it again
for no hell could unleash wrath
greater than not knowing You
Your smile
You
Your eyes
You
and maybe for today repeated
I'll let Myself believe
that fate is My companion
that fate made me a Boy
Copyright © Susie Jones | Year Posted 2024
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Susie Jones Poem
"Mama," cried the Bluebird
"now why must you leave?
I miss the way your wings flapped
in the gentle breeze"
"Mama," cried the Bluebird
"now why did you go?
The joy that once surrounded me
has turned but into woe"
Little Bluebird cried
he wept, he sobbed, he wailed
"Mama, I need you now"
his words were of no avail
One day turned into two
and then into a week
Little Bluebird sat alone
for his life felt obsolete
"Mama, I wish that you
could be as bad as bad can be
then maybe as I sit here
I could feel complete"
"Mama, if I could
I'd make us never meet
then maybe the grief I feel
would never come to be"
Copyright © Susie Jones | Year Posted 2024
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