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Marianne Duffy Poem
My mothers' daughter.
Love and hate so closely bound.
Wise and hurtful your advice,
never free, always a child.
My sons' mother,
so much love to give.
Your hand to hold,
your hair to touch.
Chaos reigns my days,
your fight for freedom
stronger every day.
So precious time became,
yet endless is my love.
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Marianne Duffy Poem
Free
Like a butterfly
forcefully beating its wings.
Wanting to fly
yet caught in one place...
How I wish to be free,
to soar in the sky.
Perfect blue
nothing tying me down...
Forgo my attachments.
People and creatures,
depending on me and my love.
Never - it can not be done...
So I remain in the jar,
lid slightly cracked open,
a promise of freedom above
biding my time to be free at last...
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Marianne Duffy Poem
Beauty makes me weep.
Laughter makes me lost.
Autumn colours so bright,
too cheery for my mind.
My purpose lost - my passion gone,
heavy loneliness surrounds me.
A longing look, a fresh new start?
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Marianne Duffy Poem
New Hope
Life - so precious.
This is it.
Take a chance,
break down the wall,
come out of your shell.
Be brave,
love your life,
embrace your weakness.
Only when you are down
can you rise up.
Bit by bit, little by little,
get closer to your ultimate goal -
a life's purpose.
Never loose sight,
for you are invincible.
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Marianne Duffy Poem
The birds’ insistent chirp
Sunrays reflecting on the pond
Sweet scent of freshly cut grass
Spring beauty all around
And yet…
I feel no joy, an empty shell upon the shore
Here, but not alive
Rocks upon my chest
There is no place for me
Redundant
All the cheer has gone
Alone
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Marianne Duffy Poem
Am I dreaming, am I waking?
It's all a blur.
All I know is that I love you.
We just met. On a bus.
Your eyes bright summer blue, your hair jet black.
It sounds like a cliché.
All I know is that I miss you.
In the here and now.
You are not with me.
My feelings so strong.
I had forgotten I could feel.
When can I see you again?
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