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Creative Writing Poetry

Taken, granted

Beholding the embodiments of words that I’ve written is a peculiarity, and I know even more firmly

That it is, but isn’t up to me.

It really isn’t, and yet I’m given free rein

To make sacred spaces, in places like my heart

Or in the garden of an old house with withering birch trees obscuring its front.

A herald on the wind, lilacs by the walk –

See the light as you enter in, under the arbor,

Into an abode I was given, to make it my own and His –

For nothing other than the holy reasons of love and goodness.

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Creative Writing Poetry

Solace

Half the earth at a time forgets the sun doesn’t sleep,

But moon gazers and planet watchers know it hasn’t stopped

Scattering beams in every direction, expelling flares,

Hooks of flame glaring into cold nothingness.

There, there is no night – endless cycle of dark spots – it is all the same, hurtling through space,

Anchor in a whirlpool of stars.

Glancing past Mercury, Venus, it reflects off

blue and green

and smiles.

No body can boast a life like mine.

Over its coldness

A kiss

Aurora borealis

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NYC Poetry

By the second, my own self sinks deeper below my feet,

Lodging itself firmly into the asphyxiated earth under layers of asphalt and iron.

Like them, I wish to exist without apology –

I was only put here, after all.