Carolyn Brunelle Poems

A day on my own doesn't happen a lot;
retired hubby hangs around a lot too.
Rare indeed this event;
surprises me I have no trouble
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Seems natural the way a woman
senses things beyond your eyes,
from the sound in your voice or
in certain tensions in your body.
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She used a small delicate blade
to patiently peel the fruit
of its tough outer skin;
each layer curled away and
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Within each droplet, the possible stream
purposed to merge into quenching river;
each with a journey, a destiny toward the sea
that force of nature with no boundaries.
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Darkness resides in each of us
and the light is in there too
you choose the one to follow
neither path will be easy to do.
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Who are you to bend and break her
rule another sentient state;
deem her one true purpose in life
be at the mercy of what you dictate?
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You can put a stop to it
if only for a day;
speak to any darkness
and make it go away.
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