Valerie25
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Just an Idaho Mountain Girl who loves to write and wonder.
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Contest CrittersThe Ocean of Ancestors
Water rises and waves back
Rolling branches out to sea.
Plunging chaos twirling
in unknown rhythmns across the water.
Thrown on shore transformed,
Precious seeds inside.
Seeds speading, growing and mix
across the land creating new trees.
A branch returning to the ocean of ancestors,
giving homage to journeys taken.
Rolling branches out to sea.
Plunging chaos twirling
in unknown rhythmns across the water.
Thrown on shore transformed,
Precious seeds inside.
Seeds speading, growing and mix
across the land creating new trees.
A branch returning to the ocean of ancestors,
giving homage to journeys taken.
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Hate and Envy
Hate with friendly faces, loving words.
Smiles hiding malice,
Because you are breathing.
Wine laced with poison.
Once the masks slip,
Never take a drink.
Smiles hiding malice,
Because you are breathing.
Wine laced with poison.
Once the masks slip,
Never take a drink.
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Hidden Betrayal
Reaching out for the globe.
A silken vine wraps around,
Creeping toward my neck.
Biting the fruit and closing my eyes,
A leaf moves, fangs sink in
poison flows, pain spreads.
Seeing the serpent slide away.
Knowing the apple was a lure.
Eyes wide open.
A silken vine wraps around,
Creeping toward my neck.
Biting the fruit and closing my eyes,
A leaf moves, fangs sink in
poison flows, pain spreads.
Seeing the serpent slide away.
Knowing the apple was a lure.
Eyes wide open.
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Flowers of Emogene
Sprays of velvet blossoms flowing in random arrays
Bringing memories of her soul.
Smelling raspberry jam on fresh baked bread.
Seeing her gingham dress and white apron.
Tending geranium pots of fuchsia and green.
Hearing stories of her past.
We run together in wildflowers as children to play.
In a time long before my birth.
Tending the flowers of Emogene.
Creating an unbroken chain of love.
She lives again beloved grandmother.
In a time long after her death.
Bringing memories of her soul.
Smelling raspberry jam on fresh baked bread.
Seeing her gingham dress and white apron.
Tending geranium pots of fuchsia and green.
Hearing stories of her past.
We run together in wildflowers as children to play.
In a time long before my birth.
Tending the flowers of Emogene.
Creating an unbroken chain of love.
She lives again beloved grandmother.
In a time long after her death.
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