Susurrus Poetry

Hello! My name is Grace Stevenson and I write poetry and share it on here. My main blog is @kindles-the-great. Please feel free to share my poems.

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Escapril Prompt: Night Out

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At least the dog was loyal.

Escapril prompt: Palmful

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Escapril prompt: ____ as medicine

This is inspired in part by a song called Forever Rain by RM. I find this song particularly healing and was reminded of it as I considered this prompt on a rainy day.

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Escapril Prompt: A separation

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There was a curtain of fog

and when I held onto it

and parted it with all my strength,

I wasn't sure I wanted to see what lived on the other side

But let me try again

to grasp the life I've been given

Let me try again

This time knowing the strength of my hands

Grace Stevenson

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@susurruspoetry // 2021

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I keep wanting to write of unshakeable hope

But there is none

Only the everyday, battered hope

that ebbs and flows like the sea

I feel inadequate with this kind of hope in my heart

But it's the bruised and timid

The common and real and brave

And it's enough

Grace Stevenson

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@susurruspoetry // 2021

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I bake bread for the marmalade. And I eat it with my soul. I think about my great grandmothers often. I don't speak to my neighbours but I smile when I hear them laughing together in the evenings. I like flowers. I smell like flowers. I paint flowers. I cry when I smudge the petals. I enjoy being good at things. I don't like to practice. I fall in and out of love with several particular interests a year. I never seem to settle. Afternoons haunt me but I get through them. Sometimes, I don't think I will. But I always do.

Please be gentle with me

Grace Stevenson

Poetry Snippets Series 2021

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Yesterday,

I saw two butterfly lovers

fluttering above a clover meadow

For a moment I thought it was a dream

Can real life be so soft?

Yes, it can be

Grace Stevenson

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@susurruspoetry // 2020

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I keep wanting to write of unshakeable hope

But there is none

Only the everyday, battered hope

that ebbs and flows like the sea

I feel inadequate with this kind of hope in my heart

But it's the bruised and timid

The common and real and brave

And it's enough

Grace Stevenson

Poetry Snippets Series

@susurruspoetry // 2021

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For national poetry month, I will be posting snippets from my 2020/2021 poetry notes. I've been writing consistently throughout the past year but I haven't shared many pieces because being vulnerable has been difficult for me. But it's spring and the world is waking up and that makes me feel a little braver. Thank you so much for reading my work. I hope you enjoy!

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There was a curtain of fog

and when I held onto it

and parted it with all my strength,

I wasn't sure I wanted to see what lived on the other side

But let me try again

to grasp the life I've been given

Let me try again

This time knowing the strength of my hands

Grace Stevenson

Poetry Snippets Series

@susurruspoetry // 2021

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Yesterday, the birds sang in the morning 

and rain fell upon the bare boned trees

winter grew my gratitude

for the thaw 

for the buds and the blossoms 

and the rushing river

the unruly spring wind 

the colour green 

the mild air 

the resurrection

By the hands of many miracles

we live again

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“There are two paths you can take, Enola. Yours, or the path others choose for you."

My interpretation of one of the flower cards featured in Enola Holmes.

At times it's hard to believe that we have any control over our future. But it's good to remember that we are more powerful than we think.

In typical Holmes fashion, there's a secret message hidden somewhere in the photo. Can you see it?

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@susurruspoetry // 2020

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@susurruspoetry // 2020