Category: My Poetry
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Gigging for Flounder
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I used to watch The lights on the river In the dark of night. From my bed, I’d watch them Float through the air. So far from Town, the bodies that carried Those lights were mostly hidden in the Darkest blue of night. The Disembodied lights swayed Through the muddy,…
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The Scent of a Campfire – A poem
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Mountain morning, briskAir chills me – I pull my sweatshirt closer.The fog’s wispyfingers cling to the day,Despite the suns attempt to warm us. The stillness has cleared my mind.In the quiet, he starts a fire.In the routine moments of a quiet morning – I am new again.I am new. I’ve…
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Demons
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The words she hasn’t heard,Beautiful. The words she has,Haunt. The arms that comfort,Longing. The focus ahead,Regardless. Nights still try toUnravel all that she’s fought for.Some nights her demons nearly win.– E.M. Morgan
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Where the Light Enters
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“The wound is the place where the Light enters you.” — Rumi I wrote a line once, “All I breed is death.”Born of loss. Born of the one thing I wanted more than anything, slipping through my fingers. I wrote a few lines once, “I was the fire, burning through…
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I Want the Wild in You
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I don’t want the watered-down version of you. I want the wild in you.I want the version of you of you that is your truest self.The one unbound. The version of you that is the truth teller. The version you hide – I see it sometimes. I watch you shrink…