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In her heart is room for you within each beat -
She dreams of your accomplishment with every word;
Hear her cry, "Do not give voice to your defeat!"
She'll judge not if your home's a castle or the street;
Your writing's a utensil, and her soul is stirred!
In her heart is room for you within each beat.
Each new member to her group, she's thrilled to greet!
As she reads, her heart does sing just like a bird!
Hear her cry, "Do not give voice to your defeat!"
Her excitement is contageous - "This group is neat!"
The buzz is loud as many ask, "Hey, have you heard?"
In her heart is room for you within each beat.
As a writer, if you struggle to feel complete,
And you fret that what you've written sounds absurd,
Hear her cry, "Do not give voice to your defeat!"
She'll tell you - if your words seem cold - "Turn up the heat!"
She counsels when you can't find words - "don't be deterred!"
In her heart is room for you within each beat -
Hear her cry, "Do not give voice to your defeat!"
She dreams of your accomplishment with every word;
Hear her cry, "Do not give voice to your defeat!"
She'll judge not if your home's a castle or the street;
Your writing's a utensil, and her soul is stirred!
In her heart is room for you within each beat.
Each new member to her group, she's thrilled to greet!
As she reads, her heart does sing just like a bird!
Hear her cry, "Do not give voice to your defeat!"
Her excitement is contageous - "This group is neat!"
The buzz is loud as many ask, "Hey, have you heard?"
In her heart is room for you within each beat.
As a writer, if you struggle to feel complete,
And you fret that what you've written sounds absurd,
Hear her cry, "Do not give voice to your defeat!"
She'll tell you - if your words seem cold - "Turn up the heat!"
She counsels when you can't find words - "don't be deterred!"
In her heart is room for you within each beat -
Hear her cry, "Do not give voice to your defeat!"
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Void
Sometimes, love is a violent thing --
first expanding as a supernova
and burning everything it reaches
then imploding into a black hole
and extinguishing everything it absorbs
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Heartbeats and Held Breath - an Anthology
The Dead Sparks
The ghost hollows of morning slip away from me
– one knot at a time – the breathing weighs so heavy.
I stretch myself transparent,
while the sky trembles from sighs of angels – from the noise of answers
you failed to give.
And there I discover the dead sparks, the husks of our music –
all lonely notes of smoke and bitter endings, and the relief that comes from deserting the ashes.
The Words That Never Come
How many bones must I swallow,
how many ghosts must I drink,
before the taste of you recedes
with the tide’s heartbeat – cruel and brutal –
pounding cobwebs against the shores of
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my surrender
Death is such a surreal thing. A whirlwind of emotions, a head full of memories coming back all vivid and piercing, making me laugh then cry then scream. I wonder if I’ll be able to hold onto to them afterward...Will they disappear completely? Will I be able to remember them at all, or be present yet unaware?
Something will live on in my magic. My mother said it was my spirit, my father said a part of my soul, the priestess said my life force, that piece of me that allows fantasy to become reality.
What I sacrifice today will allow the earth to keep turning, the sun to keep shining, for life as we know it to continue. The surrender of
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This Villanelle poem is written to TheFlawedOne in appreciation of her excitement! about her new literature group, FlawedLiterature 
She also loves the Villanelle form, and if you wish to write one to her, please visit the group!
FlawedLiterature
All writers are welcome, from beginner on up - poets and story writers both! See you there!
She also loves the Villanelle form, and if you wish to write one to her, please visit the group!
FlawedLiterature
All writers are welcome, from beginner on up - poets and story writers both! See you there!
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This one made me smile.
What a lovely tribute! You've quite the knack for writing dedicatory pieces for people.(It makes me want to get to know the amazing person who sparked the inspiration for this poem.)