Mary Grace Writing

Tag: poem

  • Reading “Inhale”

    Reading “Inhale”

    ©2021 Mary Grace van der Kroef

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  • How do You Catch a Cloud

    How do You Catch a Cloud

    How do you catch a cloud and pin it down? Or corner a thing that floats in wisps ethereal wings?

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  • It Would

    It Would

    It came skippingin exuberance unchecked.A child with something to say. It left,deflated.Dismissed by the one it would engage, and aged. ©2021 Mary Grace van der Kroef

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  • Nighttime Sounds

    Nighttime Sounds

    .Creak of staircase sounds.Eyes through spindles peering.“I’m thirsty Mommy.” .The clock ticks constant.Refrigerator purring.Air through nose louder. .Rolling over, pops.Rejected sheets whisper,one more bathroom trip. ©2021 Mary Grace van der Kroef

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  • Hope/Calla Press

    Hope/Calla Press

    At Calla Press, we are unashamed of the gospel of Jesus Christ and we desire to glorify His name above all else. – SAMANTHA CABRERA, Calla Press Founder and Editor It blessed me to be in the right online writing group at the right time to hear Samantha Cabrera’s announcement about reopening Calla Press. What…

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  • Would You Go?

    Would You Go?

    If one could step out on waves, feel the liquid coolness flow, where would you go? Ride the tide, watch moonlight collide with creatures, microscopic soul.

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  • Electric Lights

    Electric Lights

    Eyes so tightly shut, dark edges shimmer red. Electric blotches painted in yellow’s glowing thread.

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  • Free

    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

    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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  • Tresses

    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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