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Category Archives: Poetry
White Christmas?
At yoga class this morning, my friend Alan shared a lovely poem that he had written. I’m sure he had no idea how appropo it is to my situation. With his permission, I am sharing the poem here. I wish … Continue reading
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The Four Sharons
The first Sharon is my Sharon by birth, half-sister, half-mother, whole love. A Marilyn Monroe look-alike, always. Even now pushing 70. She is the perfect daughter, the one who wears the most scars. The second Sharon is mine by marriage, … Continue reading
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Zombies
This town is full of lost souls, driven mad with loneliness and despair, alcoholism and abandonment. They wander the filthy streets they call home like zombies, muttering obscenities, shouting at ghosts in the way. No one notices as they avoid. … Continue reading
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Life will break you…
“Life will break you. Nobody can protect you from that, and living alone won’t either, for solitude will also break you with its yearning. You have to love. You have to feel. It is the reason you are here on … Continue reading
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Nothing
I feel like a satellite That has spun out of orbit Hurtling away into nothingness. I am begging the Universe: Bring me a gun, Bring me a bullet, Bring me peace. Nothing.
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Credo
Don’t judge me for what I’m not. Honor me for what I am. Understand me for what I’ve been. Join me for what I will become. – Pamela Cole, 2011
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