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Things out of place in a resume

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A mother, the ground to stand upon
A little brother’s fair hair in the sun
A father’s shoulders to climb like a tree
A first song, still remembered
Two adventurers by the river
Sniffing the air full of Indian summer
The worlds behind the words we read
The satisfaction of achievement
The first time being told you are not good enough
A finished painting hung on the wall
The sheer pleasure of a good conversation
The colleague who believed in what comes after
Two kids reminding me of the ease of living
The friend who sees you when no one else does

© jsmorgane (June 2008)

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The Belly of the Beast

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I feel heavy,
Dragged down,
Sucked into a pit.

My head aches,
Thoughts in a tangle,
Completely congested.

No struggle down there,
Stony silence –
Destroys my calm alright.

Damp, dark acid
Floods my throat,
No breathing possible.

A moment of panic –
Should I hold back?
No. Not even I can stomach you.

© jsmorgane (Nov 09)

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What does a year look like?

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Does it look like
Twelve coloured pictures on a wall,
And 52 pages with numbers to call?
And is it a circle divided by four,
Showing cardinal points, the elements and all?
Two lists of people come with the tide,
Of those just born and those who died.
But maybe a year’s a butterfly,
A rose, a twig, a yellow leaf,
Or shows itself as yet
Another wrinkle in my face.
It looks just like a bag of tears,
And like a secret sold.
Looks like a child, a man,
A woman, young and old.
It’s also in the many smiles,
Returned a hundredfold.
And when I pass a mirror
And catch the person’s eye,
I see that I’m the year, that I am life.

© jsmorgane (June 2010)