From time to time, a poem I wrote years ago–like this one–seems exactly pertinent to the current moment.
It’s that I’m missing
you: an empty cavern where
my full heart once was.
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Category: Body
Un-fragment
rising through layers of dream / light / shadow mattress body blanket groping for the fragments strewn by night across the landscape of my bed pulling thread by thread knitting myself together as day breaks ~~~
Sadness, I instruct you
For my dear friend And now, sadness, I instruct you to be still. Let these bones rest. Marrow pale and depleted by memory and forgiveness, they are weary and cannot stand your shaking. Let the exhausted heart encased in this bombarded cage beneath my skin jarred by your gnashing and clamouring float in the buoyancy … Continue reading Sadness, I instruct you
‘Barefoot’ running is saving my soles — Almonte Massage Therapy by Body Poets
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Ellen Symons Writes 