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Kristen Good Poem
that damn imperfection in design,
in the making of the shoe
that makes it drop every time.
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Kristen Good Poem
the size of the hand
does not matter
it is the fingers that
fill the empty space
between your god and
the impeccable design of a
successful journey
that breaches the murky depths
and then drowns clean again
the right
the wrong
insignificant
delusions of grandeur
it was my scrupulous eyes
that robbed me blind
all of those moments
lost and beautiful
turned to stone in an instant
my petrified history
a frozen web
of imagination
a fortress
that guarded from me
the pentacle
of truths
that I somehow
forgot
as though it
were a dream
that just kept slipping away.
Copyright © Kristen Good | Year Posted 2007
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Kristen Good Poem
The rose did bend
upon the bush
of fear and pain
and denigration
petals shook
thorns did brake
while a tiny bud
prepared to die.
The wind took one last
breath and tore the bud
away, toward the earth,
to richer soil
and the promise of spring
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