Tag: Love
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Abysmal You
Free Verse poetry I dream of things unspoken.You shake me to the surfacesleepy-eyed, confused. You might still be real. There might still be one momentthat is mine. My nakedness aches.I don’t wantthe graythe shadowthe memory to absorb you. Eyes wide and blind, I am a child,abandoned, untethered. Original publishing: Abysmal You My name is Christina.…
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Experience “Gaerver Pond” an original, Free Verse Poem
poem by Christina Ward Gaerver Pond Evening descends, darkness crawling intothe spaces of my yard,Leaves spin then settle into shadow.Fall brings herself in quietly this year. Gaerver Pond is still,save the concentric circledisruptions of insect and air. Beneath a green veilmayfly nymphs squirm and crawl.They will be devoured, in time. I await the same fate.…
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A Pier No More
an original poem by Christina Ward We were an old pier, standing in the sea,pilings caked with barnacles, ravaged by the currents,our foundation weak. We waited for the tides to displace us,unplug us from our feeble grip on shifting sands…for the sea to bring us to our knees. The sandy currents burn with salt lifenibbling our shins…
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A Yellow House in Iredell County
A poem — to immortalize a love worth telling and a house that carries their memories in its heart Nestled… in the dappled Spring sunlight peeking through oaks, maples, and Tulip poplar is a country house with pale-yellow siding.Across a corner of the weathered wooden-slatted front porch, a vine lazily stretches to find a spot in the sun. Inside, the navy-blue carpet…
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Cottonwood Wings
a poem for my son to read at the funeral You might want to read this first In the Spring, God brings forth life Cottonwood drifts by on the wind. We water our gardens with tears for we have lost a dear friend. Her kindness grew like tulipsProud and colorful and tallHer compassion, a vine…
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