rhyme – Mary Grace Writing

Dirty Floor

Dirt upon my floor I know it as much more Within the scattered mess Hidden proof I’m blessed
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Loves Art

There is a joy in joiningAnd when we come apartThe push and pull of day-to-dayIs Love teaching us its art There is a pain in holdingToo tightly to your handIt echoes even when releasedTime to ease, it does demand Absence can grow fondnessTake a moment, sit and waitI’ll learn to soar with my own wingsJust…
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Sweet Little Toes

Little toes, ten in a row Through fraying cloth, they peek
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Only People

Only people the flame of soul is all you take to heaven, you know. All else crumbles to dust and ash, but flames of soul are made to last.
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Contempt

Crumpled papercreased beyond repair,cast in exasperationfrom a corner, glare. Proof of irritationan act of my contemptfor this, my situationfor being nonexempt. A deadness percolatesthoughts refuse growththe thing one loves,slowly steeped in loath. All a point of viewmutilated pagesilence feeding ghostsrising poets rage. ©2021 Mary Grace van der Kroef
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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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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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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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Christmas Crystals

With dampness in the air they clingto just about everything.Every limb is painted white,making night a bit more bright. ©Mary Grace van der Kroef 2020
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