poetry – Page 12 – Mary Grace Writing

Free

No one saw me head to the ground, feet to the sky, pretending to fly. It would have made you cry hilarity.
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Ink Spots

bravery in pen work truth of staining spots tell the story of a heart stocked by fear but still uncaught
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Life Saving Poetry

Bypass lips, and tongue, to ask a soul a question. The answer you will get is a journey. My friend John at Thoughts, Dreams and Enigmatic Things blog asked me to write something he could share on his own blog. I was honored when he asked, and had to take a good long think about…
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Delight

Do you delightin melike a piece of poetry, understood by poetdifferentlythen reader? Do you rejoiceto seeevery part of me, as I spill words across your page? Free to bepure alchemymixed by Creator’s quill. Bubbling with will. Rephrasing me,EMBOLDENED be, speaking full while hushed and still. ©2021 Mary Grace van der Kroef
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Joy

Found in simple spaceswhen lights have dimmed to easeweariness of day from shoulders prone. In the morning beamswhere radiance singsreserving stage for feathered accompaniment notes. Shimmers in the shadowslike the fuzziness of heat,but greats in bells that chime with chirping mirth. Often hid amidwide open spaceblending with a magic you can not trace. Given to…
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When the Kids Are Home

Plush rug of red huesToes settle in to fibersFood crumbs giggle felt Satisfying thunkAs toys tossed in to trunkSound of spill down hall Peanut butter smileHandprints left on window, wallKiss smells of childhood ©2021 Mary Grace van der Kroef
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December Night, Art Highlight

I am excited to introduce you to my second new design of the year. “December Night” was painted in early 2020. The poem was written in December of the same year. I felt the two belonged together, though I didn’t plan for it when the small original was painted. I chose the first two stanzas…
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Tresses

Tips bright with borrowed light.Soaked every strand,took command. Roots show through in ashen hugewhisper of years demands,open hands. Wisps arrayas standing troops,gently falling into loops. Crowning character.Grounding finger,through tresses linger. Catching thoughtsin websof morning knots. Pulled and furled,twist or braid,spreading gray is unafraid. ©2021 Mary Grace van der Kroef
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Birth

Arms around me,holding tight.Eyes over shoulders,breaths just right. Seconds as hours.“Focus on me!”Pain with purpose,a family of three. Seconds blurred,moments etched.My mother’s heart,pulled, stretched. “Little one, it’s justyou and me.We can do this.” Push!One, two, three. Gush of ending,purple and blue.Rubbed til pink,each breath it grew. Birthing a miracle,forming a bond.Skin to skin,suckle, respond. Heart…
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Bubble Hunting

A sheet of ice that spans the street, black like darkest slate.From underneath water seeps, through clogged and rusting grate.Bubbles trapped under ice dance despite the cold,as little boots sliding fast can find no proper hold. Back and forth, ghost like in sheen, the bubbles bounce and bob.Weight is shifted up above. Stomp! That did…
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