Carolyn Brunelle Poems

She bathes, dresses in a haze of memories
knowing what awaits her there;
each year another look-see but it's
more than routine and part of her history.
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Another hopeful starry eyed dreamer
strikes off on her own
to carve out a place,
live it her way, call all the shots
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'Tis the season to be jolly
but it's not the music, the tinsel
or the twinkling holiday cheer
that brings them here;
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A mind freed
of outside influence,
has the capacity to
plumb its own depths
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Thought you'd go on forever
tried to convince my heart
to believe that from the start
but now this empty cavern
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It once held tender promise
but neglectful abuse
created only a survivor;
one that grew backward
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It always starts in the eyes.
Pain rises from the depths
swells over the rim in a flood;
and follows the destined path
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His hands unsure and clumsy at first
lighten around the curves;
his breathing once short and shallow
steadies in latest call and spark to life.
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Bottled bits of glass and shells
all that a heart could save
from the wonders of wind and wave;
treasured memories from a beloved shore
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Come; rest here love.
Share with me a fleeting glimpse
of that silken splendor
as you linger for just a moment.
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