Racing, racing I’m competing against time even though Clocks never challenged me to a duel I never watched watches, not until My head clicked, clicked away from Warmth It was held, this mind, like An eye in its hollow Covered, like dew in a meadow But I went blind and thought I could see right …
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The Separation of Time
If time is all that separates, then my feet pass over Your dreams Paved pathways in the present were naught but dirt until a thought turned Them into streets And we think in tenses, but History speaks, subtly leaving its marks like a ghost that haunts our lives Waking each moment, breathing its mysteries into …
Trees
Beams of gold-flecked light sift through the trees as if through a sieve Reflecting the hidden glow in my soul It pulses like a heart, a candle in the dark, as I Weave through this mysterious forest at the birth of dusk And I’m learning how to trust, forging a way through this dirt at …
Beauty, Home and Storms: A Poetic Collection
Beauty in the Storm The hail dents the earth as the little one sleeps Light in the droplets turns the window into diamonds And I marvel at the beauty of the storms— How the thunder speaks rage and yet my heart can find peace How the babes know they’re safe because it’s always been that …
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Denica McCall 