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Dara Dascoli Poem
he appears to be a father,
The job, the children, the minivan, white socks with black sneakers, a smile and a patient way
He appears to be a father to the girl who has none,
He appears in the closet after lights out,
He appears outside the bathroom door when all else are asleep,
He appears in the living room when all else slumber,
He appears indecently exposed to the young girl who is not daughter but appears to be
He appears to be the man people name a friend,
He appears to be a man,
When in fact he is nothing more than a wolf hiding behind the skin of sheep
Eluding the eyes of those who can see but choose not to
A wolf in grandmas bed fooling no one but everyone all at once
A wolf in the forest of my life
A wolf whose fangs hang like old pictures in my memories
A wolf whose need tarnished my heart
A wolf who left not a scratch, but a gash in my brain left to fester and drain me of reality for years, years until one day I said, No. No more. Until that day I stood over the wolf not him over me and said, No.
Copyright © Dara Dascoli | Year Posted 2016
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He loves me dearly,
I know because he said so,
My dear I love thee
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Dara Dascoli Poem
Slender stems stand
casting shadows like stained glass,
Leaving space for imagination to grow as moss does,
Covering entirely surfaces untouched
by beams of sunlight,
Unkempt amongst the tendrils of vines one's mind
meanders and then as quickly as it comes the ideas
Stop
for the beauty surrounding it causes
Pause
to unveil secrets hidden
Though the trees scream silently
Their fear is plain
Their need is obvious
If one stops to hear
Copyright © Dara Dascoli | Year Posted 2016
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Waiting impatiently
Waiting
Breathing deeply
While waiting
Still waiting
When, when...
Worth the waiting
Waiting
And then out it comes
From sweet angel lips,
"Mama"
Tears of sheer joy fill my eyes
Baby, my baby
Me, Mama
Copyright © Dara Dascoli | Year Posted 2016
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