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Best Poems Written by Marlene Young

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Above the Melting Ice

Above the Melting Ice

Soft white skin, taut and smooth.
Insulated from the Arctic cold,
Snuggled warm in its wetsuit, he sleeps. 

Protected from predators, 
Camouflaged as a mound of snow,
Ignoring sounds of cracking and popping.

Each inhale releases, exhales,
The slightest shift in movement, 
Flippers anchored to his round form.

Slow to stir, he scratches. 
Returning to the place of now,
Covered in quiet contentment. 

Coal-black eyes scan the horizon,
Nourished by the bounty within the icy waters, 
Effortless, he slips into the abyss.

A place of serene silence, 
Embraced by the essence of life,
Peaceful, pristine, perfect. 

I too must remember, 
The embrace of life’s essence,
Living above the melting ice.

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Beneath the Rubble

Beneath the Rubble
 

Unfinished artwork waits on the shelf,
     Hidden between dark pages,
Scribbles on paper long to be free.
      
As a lover waits, it too waits, 
      For the breath of life,
Seasons pass without promise.
      
In the womb’s dark, an embryo craves,
      Nourishment, life’s blood, 
“Edit me,” it cries, “Color me crimson.”

Forget not,
     A story to be told,
A poem promised,
     Longing. 

The sun’s rays cascade through the leaded windowpane,
     You wake to the quiet space, 
Between thought and being,
     A stirring deep within the heart.

You pause, reach for the notebook,
     Blow off the dust,
Gently turn the page, 
     Hope.

Pen in hand,
     Flesh exposed.
Red blood appears, 
     Life.

A sigh of relief,
    The long-lost lover arrives.

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In Silence


In Silence

I glimpsed a pink pedal, falling.

Its delicate silk body floating in space.

Caressed in the arms of the leaves below

withered, cradled in love, going home.

A concert without sound.

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Flowers of the Sun

Flowers of the Sun

Brown-eyed wonders 
warmed by the glow of the 
morning sun.

Faces inch upward 
drinking golden rays 
of sunlight, as if in a dream.

Standing tall, regal, 
golden locks dance in 
the breeze.

Soft stemmed palms open
holding hands
in a field of glory.

Together bow, 
thankful, 
at day's end.

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Gentle Creature

Gentle Creature

Who calls you forth 
from beneath, 
the hung pine?

Eyes of black coal,
gentle swaying body,
watching, curious, 
step forward. 

Spotted coat. 
Horn moles of bone,
siblings brush past, play. 
You nuzzle the sweet grass.

A twig snaps, 
ears flicker, you stop.
A soft bleat, 
Mother's call.

Back to the arms 
of the pine
safe within 
the flora of green.

A quick glance and, 
for a moment,
I join your world 
of mystery.

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A Child Clings

A Child Clings
Frail, petite frame, gingerbread hair,
Watchful, determined,
You climb the darkened stairwell,
Enter the room large with space for one so small.

A cotton nightie, comfort,
Blanketed in heat,
You lie down. 

Footsteps in the hall,
Eyes and ears vigilant,
A breath of hope, the closing of a door,
Forgotten goodnight kisses.

Alone, shivering in the dark,
Anxious fingers reach, the ritual begins,
White beads of plastic on string, holy cross.

Fingers clasp the tiny rosary beads.
Prayer, Our Father, Hail Mary, 
Around the circle never broken,
Again, and again and again.

Eyes heavy,
Breath shallow,
You rest.

Abandoned no more.