Carolyn Brunelle Poems

A flat black and white screen
becomes a portal
through which worlds
play out,
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Cherub face
framed in curls,
nothing like
the heart of a girl
...

I thought love
was letting go;
learning to trust.
Do you have a need
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A hidden behemoth
lies hidden there,
mover of mountains
carver of canyons,
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Each storm carves
a new shore;
cleans the slate
of yesterdays.
...

Was a time he didn’t care,
Before he saw
The way the sunlight
Danced in her hair,
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I have so admired you...
From a distance of course,
Your lovely words;
Your method of discourse.
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Such a simple thing it was,
Seen as “a great treasure”
Lying there
Cast forth from the waters.
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Angry hands
Unclenched
Have let go;
There are no
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Their delicate steps
Lead them
From the forest
To feed
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