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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 USAMY TEXTS, Archive 149 Texts
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In the Stillness - 2025-11-20
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When Courage Must Stand - 2025-11-18
What Moves Through Me (2) - 2025-11-15
A Poem for World Kindness Day - 2025-11-14
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Perfectly Fitted - 2025-11-10
In the Season of Stillness (3) - 2025-11-09
Let It Come Softly (1) - 2025-11-07
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After the Storm - 2025-10-30
The Measure of Seasons (3) - 2025-10-29
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