Canadien Poet – Page 2 – Mary Grace Writing

Miller Farm Fairy

Her skirts are bound with borrowed twine, Its folds of corn-leaf silk. Braided reeds with clover, wheat, Above a face as sweet as milk.
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Washed Out

I found this poem from 2008 hiding in my files. It was written before I considered myself a writer, and before I ever dreamed of being a poet. I thought it would be fun to share it with all of you. In fields of greyand washed out rose,Beneath a skyin eternal repose, Opposite a Rainbow,its…
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Splinter

Like a splinter in the foot you just can’t seem to see, is the pain within a heart filled with anxiety.
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Get to Know Me

I glimpse His mercy in every tree that oozes air so I can breathe, and drops its fruits that I might feed.
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Message in a Bottle

Wandering across the expanse. A dance In speckled darkness.
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Grandma’s Somethings

Something she needed. Gathering sticks with a clackity clack.
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Reservoir of Tears

Reservoir of tears aqueduct of word release an angry flood meaning becomes blurred
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What an Artist Gives

She started with the whitest sheet, Epitome of incomplete.
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Red Lollypop

I think I want a red one. Wrapped in plastic. Sticky sugar treat.
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Blue

Blue is like the rising tide. A constant, holding certain pride.
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