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They come.
The words.
A title,
the snap of an ending,
triggering
a stream of lines
and spaces,
the pounding within,
that will not stop
until my mind is free
of the mess that is
my poetry.
They come.
The words.
A title,
the snap of an ending,
triggering
a stream of lines
and spaces,
the pounding within,
that will not stop
until my mind is free
of the mess that is
my poetry.
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Melinda K Zarate
74 years old |
from MY TEXTS, Archive 267 Texts
Volumes (1) - 2026-07-18
Going Under - 2026-07-18
Just Keep Going - 2026-07-16
The Mirror (1) - 2026-07-15
A Poem for Alan (1) - 2026-07-11
Hot Sloppy Hug (1) - 2026-07-10
Hand in Hand (1) - 2026-07-09
Low Tide (1) - 2026-07-08
Exposure - 2026-07-06
The Flag of Love (2) - 2026-07-05
250 Candles (1) - 2026-07-04
Visitors (2) - 2026-07-01
Tethered (1) - 2026-06-30
Constrained (2) - 2026-06-28
Suffocated (1) - 2026-06-27
Are you pointing at me? (1) - 2026-06-26
Strength in the Standing (1) - 2026-06-26
Hope is a Vampire (1) - 2026-06-25
The Final Voyage (4) - 2026-06-21
What He Wasn’t (4) - 2026-06-20
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