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Paris

Submitted by Kelly Ann Wilson on Wed, 2024-02-21 22:27

Paris
Written by Kelly Ann Wilson

Have you lived a life that’s good?
Have you helped somebody?
Have you chased your dream?
Have you healed?
Have you fallen in love?
Have you rescued a dog?
Have you seen Paris?

For those who answered no, don’t fret.
If you’re reading this right now,
Then you still have the chance.

I hope you take it.

Written February 20, 2024
© 2024 Kelly Ann Wilson

A Talk With Myself

Submitted by J.E. Deegan on Wed, 2024-02-21 18:19

I had a chat with Myself today, It was a most serious chat indeed. There was a question I needed to ask, And Myself could answer that need.

Trials and Triumphs

Submitted by Shelby Pryor on Wed, 2024-02-21 17:53

At Midnight tonight
As the clock clicks
Its another birthday
Another age shifts

It's been a hard year
Not ideal at best
The triumphs make
It worth the test

On a cold, snowy night
My life had only begun
Seventeen years have passed
Yet I'm nowhere near done

So here's to a year full of
Success and desires awoke
To a new year of happiness
To another barrier broke

Upon approaching advent of an early spring 2024

Submitted by Jane A. Rug on Wed, 2024-02-21 16:25

(alternately titled GENESIS RESPLENDENT)

No matter the calendrical/official onset of vernal equinox takes places Tuesday, Mar 19, 2024 and transpires until Thursday, Jun 20, 2024, an intimation sensed (predicated on above average temperatures for February 21st, 2024) that season of blooming plants will override any assertion of Old Man Winter.

Wildfires II

Submitted by Candlewitch on Wed, 2024-02-21 15:45

my life was
like an open wound
seeking healing from the pain...

my love was
septic, pure sewage
garbage down a drain...

my heart
recognized yours
as a beacon in the dark...

your soul,
fuel for fire
to lighten and spark...

your mouth,
the source of my truths
I will hang on every line...

your eyes,
speak in the softest tones
I praise the skies that you are mine!

Clouds Over Paris

Submitted by Lavender on Wed, 2024-02-21 00:05

"The wind had to blow the clouds here
before it could blow them away."
~ Wislawa Szymborska, No Title Required

Perhaps there is a young woman in Paris
who lives above a boulangerie.
Each morning she awakens to the aroma of fresh bread.
And each evening, she dips her bread in a warm
and spicy vegetable broth.
Morning and evening. Day after day.

Life is wonderful this way,
a fragrant new morning,
a contented supper each night.
Happiness rests within these moments.

I Miss You

Submitted by Kristen H. on Tue, 2024-02-20 21:51

We didn't talk today

You couldn't even look at me

But that's not even the worst part

The worst part is...

I know I can't fix it.
---

I can't turn back the clock
And make a new ending

I can't go back
And do things differently

I can't unsay the things I said
Or undo the things I've done.

So here we are.
Two friends
Turned lovers
Turned strangers once more.

And I can't even tell you I miss you.

Warning-The World

Submitted by Hon on Tue, 2024-02-20 21:06

The world that
comes to display
is falling apart with
crisis of anger flame
filled the scenery
with a battle view
words have no
forms are falling
from the lips
to witness the
senseless of act
remain in a silent tone
through a broken
heart and devastating mind
to confide the untold story
from the tragic play
of a suffering pain
with an awakening call
remind of the innocent loss
that peace needs to take place
with the call for unity
to define justice

Parenthesis

Submitted by Heather McLeod on Tue, 2024-02-20 19:05

I am a beta test
a thin-skinned receptor
a hypothesis; flawed
an occupational hazard.
I see my reflection in you
a placebo
a fun-house mirror
a retaining wall.
Precursive, sub-syndromal
vitamin-enriched
hypothetical as a gesture
an aperture lens, a fixture,
a past-due date.

Wildflowers

Submitted by Kelly Ann Wilson on Tue, 2024-02-20 18:37

Wildflowers
Written by Kelly Ann Wilson

I think people get lost sometimes
Even with all of their brilliant light

But I’ll hold onto the you I know
Through all of space and all of time

And women, we are so smart and strong
And capable

And I see that you can make it through
All on your own

So, I’ll just be there waiting
I’ll be the first to tell my old friend, hello

May you find yourself again
Where the wildflowers grow

Written February 18, 2024
© 2024 Kelly Ann Wilson

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