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REDS AND ORANGES AND REDS
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How can anything
— autumn flowers and colors —
Be this beautiful?
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LIFE
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It is true — our life
Does not have to be perfect
To be worth living
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WE LOVE YOU
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A much-needed job
Toilet paper refiller
Yes, we do love you
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St Anthony of Padua – Doctor of the Church
Saint Anthony of Padua
converted privilege
to patronage of the poor
my mother’s best friend
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Sant’Antonio di Padova
privilegio convertito
al patrocinio dei poveri
migliore amica di mamma
From my books Bohemian Scents and Riverthink
By Charles Robert Lindholm
She may not tell you plainly
or whisper in your ear
but if you listen closely
I’m sure that you will hear
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“First of all, I choose the great roles, and if none of these come, I choose the mediocre ones, and if they don’t come, I choose the ones that pay the rent.”
As if everyday was New Year’s Eve,
you crack me open to see what you get in return.
When you treat everyone as just a gear to a mechanism,
you’ll soon realize how robotic you’ve become.
You were born from love
of jungle gyms and stomping grounds, but
if you’ve only ever seen the world through
this lens of us versus them
then I’m sure you were great at hide and seek.
Wearing others down like
a pair of shoes I meant to replace,
when someone’s resolve shatters under your pressure
like the snap of a thunderclap
is it music to your ears?
We were put on this earth with others
and maybe one day you’ll figure that out.
It’s no quiet accomplishment
sewing up these loud sutures again and again,
but if you do find yourself alone
thinking maybe I’ll take your call,
know that I am among an…
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Caring for your grave,
trimming edges, pulling weeds
tending flowers.
Cleaning the headstone,
tracing the words with my fingers
‘As yet unfinished’.
The dates are ridiculous,
it hasn’t been that long.
Wounds heal, yet scars remain.
Copyright © 2018 Kim Whysall-Hammond
In memory of Isosceles Hammond, stillborn 28th April 1996
you kept listening ~ to all that I did not say ~ then you understood — © Lize Bard @ Haiku out of Africa
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