Carolyn Brunelle Poems

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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August days, nature's rhythm
in a dance with the trees;
one that leaves a blush of color
in each cool afternoon breeze.
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Excuse me as I disappear to the cellar
where yesterday's sorrow played out and died
where tears flowed free before they all dried;
nothing's pretty about this place of goodbyes.
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I can feel something else in the room
in a movement, a changing shadow
some kind of blur; it's a hint of
something or someone not me.
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It's simply incredulous
in this age of 'instant' connection,
people still fail to express gratitude
or even a modicum of appreciation.
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'Thank you' died alone today.
A last breath and heart beat
was suffered at the hands of
'gosh I'm sorry, guess I forgot.'
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From the barrenness of winter;
wakened in all their glorious color
the flowers return.
In one of nature's greatest validations,
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A time of sorrow
she would suffer on her own;
so obedient, so small
she became invisible.
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You feel as if
a piece of your soul
breaks and falls away;
a part of your past too
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