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Threads End

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Spooled thread
Pulled
Schooled by a needle’s eye
Guided on a waltz
Of piercing lessons
That transform
Until the line is spent

A knot of resistance
Acknowledgement
of an end

Then a slip
Release
Somehow the spool still gives

Fibres hid within the spine
Of structure
Only released when force
Finds forgiveness

When my loves thread ends
He begins

©2022 Mary Grace van der Kroef

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Pause

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One Harvest Moon

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It’s 5:30 am.

Mr. Moon is peering through my window.

Wearing his harvest glow like a luminous gem.

Pulling the clouds around himself like a soft collar.

Dipping beyond the tree’s top most branches.

Casting limbs and lingering leaves into dark silhouette.

It’s 6 am.

The tinny child at my side sleeps.

October’s chill shielded by our shared blanket.

Mr. Moon, don’t wake her again.

It’s 6:30 am.

The sky is deepest navy blue.

Mr. Moon, your framing glow is dipping low.

It’s almost time to say goodnight.

My day starts with a sleepy blur.

I can almost hear a murmured purr.

“Goodnight little Mother.”

How can I be upset?

Dressed in his best, yet lonely.

It’s 6:45 am.

Navy turns to dusky blue.

I have almost lost his golden view.

His exit bringing frosty fog that creeps and crawls.

It’s 7 am.

Sky now misty purple.

How I wish he’d come again.

©2022 Mary Grace van der Kroef

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Nature’s War

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Street lights cast
A shimmering glow
As sheets of rain pass
Row on row.

Drops hit pavement
Scattering dance.
A fight with earth?
Or nature’s romance…

Water escapes
In to each tiny crack.
Eroding man’s hold,
Turning time back.

From pavement to sand,
The battle is slow.
But nature has time,
Time? An endless flow.

©2022 Mary Grace van der Kroef

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Six Word Story (83)

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Do you know the ache of honest work?
The burn of weary feet?

Do you know the sweet sensation of a deep pile carpet after work shoes are shed?

Without the ache, we would not know the release of rest.

May this weekend give you that rest your weary feet might need.

©2022 Mary Grace van der Kroef

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Stone Murals

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Sharp edges
Multicolored pores
Showing off scars
Human endeavors

Broken stones
Blasted wide
Essence laid bare
In cascading lines

Painting a mural
History past
Our earth bleeds colours
Painting murals that last

©Mary Grace van der Kroef 2020

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​Gleaning

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Tonight I gather,
picking fruits from other’s words.

Gleaning,
as I watch, wait, and learn.

Picking of experience
to stow,
safe in pockets.

Like berries on a bush,
tiniest of fruits.

Some are bitter, some are sweet,
all with bursting flavors greet.

Many is the harvest if
one will glean
the moment’s gift.

©2022 Mary Grace van der Kroef

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Breath’s Imprint

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Give a pause for breath,
Another for death.
Wait for ringing bells,
Listen for crashing swells,
And in that in-between,
Lean in.

Anticipate change,
While greeting the mundane.
Support
and spur on,
Knowing none have long
To impact.
Yet we all do.

On other’s,
On time,
Pulling threads of the sublime
To earth.

Even if only one soul remembers
The sparkle
Behind eyes.
It lives forever,
As lessons pass on to
Generations.

Futures
Of shared breaths
That swell to winds,
Ringing bells,
Rippling the swells,
Of life.

©2022 Mary Grace van der Kroef

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Layers of Years

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I am privileged
To watch youth fade.

I am blessed,
To count the whispers of gray
That wave.

May I be privileged
To taste the wisdom on temples,
Hold the gentleness
Of fingers,
Love the layers of years
Within you.

©2022 Mary Grace van der Kroef

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Walnut Greens, Falling Purpose/Door is a Jar Magazine

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I have been waiting in great anticipation to share this publication with everyone. It’s always such a blessing to my heart to see my words in print, and as an acceptance from Door is a Jar Magazine was unexpected, it makes it even sweeter.

I first connected with this magazine on twitter #writingcommunity.

Door is a Jar is a print and digital literary magazine of poetry, short fiction, nonfiction, drama and artwork. Our publication focuses on writing that is accessible for all readers.

Door is a Jar Magazine

Their emphasis on accessibility for all and clarity so that everyone can enjoy and understand the stories and poems they publish is right in line with what I am all about. I enjoy academic and literary works but my heart is where the simple becomes beautiful.

“Within the cover letter please include your full name, contact info, and a fun 3-sentence bio, which will be published in the magazine. (We’re not as interested in how many degrees you have, or how widely you’ve been published. Instead, we want to hear about the real you. We want to know about the little things that spur you along.)”

Door is a Jar Submission page

My poems Walnut Greens and Falling Purpose appear in Issue 23 Summer 2022 alongside the work of 49 other writers. This issue is available on Amazon as an ebook and in print.

If you are a writer, I encourage you to take advantage of their rolling submissions.

Mary Grace van der Kroef

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