Category: poetry
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To Be
I stare into the dusk wondering if life is a collection of moments or are my moments a collection of me. A bird bobs and weaves on the line of the horizon, acting out the ups and downs of what it means to just be. The faint sound of the wind carries with it a […]
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Leaves
Leaves. Leave. Leaving. They exit their trees gracefully. What if all exits were graceful and all ends expected? The leaves are on a timer. So are we all. Our timer just lacks predictability. This has been a year of loss for me. The leaves this fall have been oddly comforting. I know they leave their […]
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Fall
Fall is an ice cream sundae on fire. Underneath the fire, there is a crystal cold making it’s way to the surface of everything. On top, is the generous sprinkle of exploding color that begins with a slow burn until it can’t control itself. Nothing melts from this fire though. The crisp cold and brightly […]
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Sunkissed
When the sun kisses my hair through the breeze cracks of a shade bearing tree, I feel beautiful. The sun nor the tree care about how old I am, for one, if not both, have been here longer than me. In this moment, I don’t need to reach for anything. I am just here, feeling […]
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Mom
Mom, mom, MOM, moooooommmmmm, I hear amidst the din of Saturday Costco shoppers. I’m hiding in the dairy, an old milk maid soothing a hot flash. They want to spend my money on twenty pounds of salty snacks that will go stale like my mood this insufferable July afternoon. Mom, mmmmmmmmmmom, m-O-m. How did that […]
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Sight
Time has drawn shadows around my eyes. Lines etch memories around my smile. I can still cartwheel though in an open field on a sunny day, dandelions tickling my ankles. I can see more clearly now than I ever have. Progressives. Wisdom comes in a vitamin for 40+ year old women. I drink fruit-flavored tea […]
Kelly Rogers 