poetry – Page 4 – Mary Grace Writing

Electric Lights

Eyes so tightly shut, dark edges shimmer red. Electric blotches painted in yellow’s glowing thread.
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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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Fahmidan Journal/Issue 6. Autoimmune and Mental Health Worriers.

I was honored to have my poem Splinter accepted for Fahmidan Journal’s 6th Issue. The themes for this issue is so important to share. As someone who deals with PCOS and mental health issues, it’s beautiful to see so many contributors coming together to bring some hope. Follow the link to read Issue 6. Autoimmune…
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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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Author’s Interview/BY Kirsten McNeill

I was recently the subject of my first author’s interview with Kirsten McNeill. Kirsten is a fellow writer, as well as an editor for self-published authors.
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Six Word Stories (22)

What is hope? An intangible thing that all humanity grasps for. Sometimes I imagine I can feel it’s edges like a feather soft thing, just out of reach. But is it really out of reach? Is hope something to be grasped? No. Hope is experienced, not held. Hope is found but not possessed. It lives…
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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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Six Word Stories (19)

Why is spring so fraught with rain? Why does it pour and spatter and spit? Dissolving snow and rinsing grime from my window pane, it’s like He knows the earth needs a good morning shower. Or is it grief, a liquid love? Does He weep for those who have fallen asleep in the cold shadow…
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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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