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Karen Hatter Poem
He pricked himself
reaching for the rose,
the scent and beauty
drawing him near.
He was determined
approaching again and again.
He found more thorns
that further injured him.
Growing annoyed,
roughly grabbing,
more scrapes, cuts and then
he crushed the flower with his hand.
She screamed.
Copyright © Karen Hatter | Year Posted 2006
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Karen Hatter Poem
Pressure gives birth.
It surrounds the offspring
with an impenetrable wall of stormy winds,
that allow nothing in.
Yet, within, there is calm, quiet
protected by centrifugal force.
Inside the eye of the storm,
I wait.
Copyright © Karen Hatter | Year Posted 2006
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