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The Poetry Of...
Tina Trivett......................................................................
~Macintosh~
Cool dewy morning
Apple orchard misty
Ripe for picking
Sweet crunchy delight
Warm sunny kitchen
Pie crust baking
Iced milk waiting
Children smile eager
Tinkle of forks
Clatter the plates
Moans of delight
Mothers quiet love
~The Attic~
We assume that life is long & lingering.
Years upon years..smiles upon smiles.
Walking into sunsets...attics full of memories.
Silver in our hair.
But life is a light switch.
At 2 or 102.
The switch can be flipped off at anytime.
On any day. At any minute.
Sometimes the switch is held back, by an unseen hand.
And lights continue to flicker & shine bright. Life goes on.
And family sits around a table, through a window in the glow
....and things are in the attic.
~Marie Laveau~
As I watch the madness unfold, my mind tries wrapping around...
City of water and coastline of pain. Big ripples on a little pond.
They're Suffering!
They're Dying!
They're there!! Right there!!
Don't you see them??
We can see them!!
They're there!
Let the heroes in!! Let them save the day!!!
The ones that escaped early or the ones who got away...
Slowly they're coming back.
Proud soldiers in a parade of suffering.
No trumpets blow, no mummers low.
God rest your soul Marie Laveau.
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