Category: Poetry

The Project

I am the project The student The teacher Grading takes place most days Some deserving of an A Most scalded to repeat Not just the day The year I’ve learned as the student Looking back cannot change what has been And as the … Read More

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Sit in solitude

It was a sense of being alone. Without mother, without father, without child. Umbilical connections of significance. Missing. All the while. Another disconnection was taking place. Mentally. Emotionally. Physically. Even Spirit was threatening; “Leave her“.  

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60 Minutes

Sixty Minutes

She had visited the hairdresser that day It was a regular appointment which Guaranteed Would arouse her Each time her hair was dressed Her mind would entertain thoughts of undress As he washed and massaged her Scalp Just an hour It was … Read More

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