Author: Christina M. Ward
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Holiness ~ a poem about Grace
Holiness Eternal womb of growth Prepare me for eternal birth. Fortify me with God’s word. Let my humble prayer be heard. Here I am! A broken soul that Jesus bought, Heal my wounds; bend my mind to righteous thought. I lift my arms to You, let praise begin! I lift my lips, let song begin!…
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No Return, A Heartbreaking Poem about the Soldiers of the USS Indianapolis
No Return Suspended, rafts drift with blood and oil they spread on their gaping faces. Dorsal fins flashing, stirring like soup spoons. Death waits below, saucer-eyed, evolved. Dog tags slink down the esophagus of the sea, silver coins shimmer then vanish. Faces toward Son, they that remain uneaten claw themselves, beg to be found. I…
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Cornucopian Dream ~ a poem for my fellow Earth lovers
**Trigger warning, rape reference but only metaphorically speaking Cornucopian Dream It topples, crumblesinto soils that regretto bear their yield. We burn it, borrow it,bend it and stake it,box it,ship it,buy it,but we cannot make it. We cannot build mindsthat know the end,minds that know no want,minds that know enoughmust surely beenough.…
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Gone ~ A poem
Gone Civilization swings one extreme to the other. You try in vain to understand it all. A silenced moon hangs low, red, angry, and you are on the other side walking a tightrope of a dream. Hasn’t anyone told you that you are gone? You know I care about you, you said. That night…
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A Tale of Two Poems, Circa 1990-1991. You read that date correctly.
Digging DEEP. When I was a child I knew 2 things: I loved nature and all the awesome things in it. And, I wanted to WRITE SOMETHING. Today: I love nature and all the awesome things in it. And, I want to WRITE SOMETHING. I think sometimes as children we think about what we want…
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Dear Mr. Valentine
A hastily written but mightily felt wish of the heart… Dear Mr. Valentine, You sleep next to me like a happy rock. As night rolls over into tomorrow, I sit staring at our future. Two creaky rocking chairs are there Gnawing at the porch as we rest our aching backs And laugh until…
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Dust
We can all identify in some way to addiction. Regardless of what that addiction may be, no matter the greatness of it, we all share in the same struggle to let them go, to release that thing which holds our hands behind our backs and our truths hostage. This poem is about…
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Bluebirds in Late Winter
Hi all. I hope you are having a poetic day. I recently discovered an unfinished poem in my drafts of an email I hadn’t used in years. What is interesting, to me, is that it was begun before I learned that my mother loves bluebirds. She shared with me that seeing bluebirds is…
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“Clarity,” Winner of the Arrowhead Awards Best Prose Work, 2004
CLARITY The swinging wooden doors of The Red Marlin slapped shut behind me as I shuffled in to take my seat at the bar. Trish was there with precision handing me my drink and placing a wrinkled white napkin on the table in front of me. Her freckled shoulders wore the imprint of recent…
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Yesterdays, A Whimsical View of Childhood Memories
Yesterdays Why don’t you climb inside my braids and sing me a song? swinging out over the grasses our feet stretched so high the chain-link grinds as we rise toward sun Why don’t you open up your freckles and let me inside? I need to know where the June bugs hide in the winter…
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