Long Enough

Hold me long enough

to melt this encrusted shell;

hard’s no state for hearts.

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 Poem, Day 25

Can’t Wait

Anticipation

Bated-breath high, gift, curse, fate.

I see and can’t wait.

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Dee sunset

Sunrise by Diatra

Poem, Day 13

Blue Sky

March, fickle, left last night.

She blew a kiss and was gone.

I’ll love her still though   — ava wood

 

(And ya know what that means…National Poetry Month is here  :~)

Poem, Day 1

Birth Month

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Sweet March has landed.
Winter is MIA and
spring is on the way!

— ava wood

(I know National Poetry Month arrives in April but can’t help myself. Spring excites me.)

Feverish

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Shake off spring’s fever?

How, while blossoms burst aloud

with their arias.

 

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the second one

Pretend unknowing

of the original sin

is the second one.

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The other day I visited one of the few slave-era cemeteries of African-descent people in Charlotte. Known as the McCoy Slave Cemetery, the site has about 25 plots that date back to the 1840s.

I, like that morning, was still and reverent in that place. This haiku came home with me that day.

whispered hopes

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I’ve got an idea
delicate breaths lifting high
my whispered hopes. Fly

— ava wood

 

Sunny

When sun shines on me
rays from its stare melt my cares
and peace is present.

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Wishing you peace on Independence Day!

Apple and Tree

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My raconteur ways,

sense of style and wanderlust

came, it seems, natural.