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The Follower

And just when I thought I’d gone too deep, revealed too much in the words I write ...

... a follower sends a simple message ...

"... this helped get me through the night."

Poetry is a healing form of art.

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She is Sweet

She is sweet...

Not like brownies or butterscotch, but like really fine sugar sprinkled on everything ...

Not robust like bread pudding or rich like chocolate cake that overwhelms in time ...

But the type of sweet you want every day ...

A little with coffee each morning ..

A little with berries at night...

And subtle sprinkles throughout the day to make everything just right.

She is sweet...

To appreciate her, you need a sweet tooth.

Photo by Karma

Play Doh

I am Play Doh...

I am flexible ...

I am pliable and I bend ...

Mold me as you desire.

I'm used to the stretching and shaping ...

I've never been enough just as I am.

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Frecklicious

Her hair was the color of copper ...

Her eyes were cerulean blue ...

... and he made her blush when he said the splatters across her knees were "frecklicious".

... falling for a redhead.

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Blue Desert

It’s 2 am ....

I reach for you ...

... but you’re not here.

There’s no lightening to charge the air and the atmosphere is blue...

It’s a melancholy morning ...

Here in the desert without you.

Art by Gina K. Judy

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There Is A Person

There was the person that she loved ...

Then there was the rest of life.

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Momma’s Warning

Momma warned against the dangers of smoking ...

Smoking creates lines around your lips ...

Smoking causes your clothes and hair to smell ...

Smoking would stain your teeth and fingers yellow ...

The cancer causing properties seemed to be an afterthought.

Daddy didn't much care about getting lines around his mouth ...

... Daddy died of lung cancer.

Photo by Shamraesky Maksim

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Vulnerability

I’ve forgotten all the codes ...

I’ve lost all the keys ...

To the gates and the doors ...

Protecting me.

... vulnerable again.

Photo by Artem Bali

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