Carolyn Brunelle Poems

Bottled up in tight quarters;
you are held captive
to time, space, weather,
and mind numbing monotony.
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Chenille dotted foothills
Boast more gold
Than green
As summer
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Water fowl still gather
In half empty ponds;
A woodcarving man
Doing the best he can
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Some paths are paved
Broad and clear;
Other roads disappear;
Remain clouded in mystery.
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I found a single shoe one day
Just lying there alongside the road.
Been wondering about its owner;
The story behind how it became a loner.
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Even efter all these years,
A flood of memories washes over me,
The fog of time lifts; years vanish.
This is where we met; fell in love;
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Summer breezes dance and
Tease my wind chimes
In melodic sounds that
Sets my mind adrift on a sea
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