Poetry

Multi-Tool

Multi-Tool

Oh the delights of a renaissance man!One who shares such talents and toolsUnexpected in their wide divergenceFree from social norms and rules The hippie who embroidered daisiesWherever he found tears in his clothesThen stained glass called to his artistKaleidoscopes...

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Mistress Of The Void

Mistress Of The Void

A void opens up and I’m spinning again,This is fine, I come here to be alone.I want anything but this,But at least no one can hurt me here. The emptiness scoops me up and welcomes me home.Belonging to the Nothingness seems appropriateFor a girl who learned to be seen...

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Mum’s the Word

Mum’s the Word

En travaillant ma 1ère Etape avec ma « compagne de route », (Livre Jaune, p. 29, question 6), je lui ai lu à voix haute le poème suivant, écrit en 2007. Il illustre les règles « ne ressens rien » et « ne parle pas », comme la photo de cet œuf muselé, qu’une amie m’a...

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Shotgun Wedding

Shotgun Wedding

I study an old photograph from sixty-five years ago.My parents are cutting their wedding cake.I see Mom, three months pregnant, scared and uncertain, younger than her appearance.I see daddy-Monster, arrogant and dominant, younger than his appearance, with a predatory...

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Breath (a poem to myself)

Breath (a poem to myself)

Breathe, breathe deeply.The past trauma is gone.Scream if necessary.Exhale the injustice, the violence, the gaslighting.Inhale the fresh air of peace.Exhale the predators – they are long gone.Inhale the fight for freedom.Exhale the past abuse.Inhale the years of...

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