Carolyn Brunelle Poems

Cool night air pushed around by a ceiling fan
particularly soothes following a long day;
the hour is late, the moon is high,
only the things of nature come to life outside.
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The years fall away and disappear
and you are the reason my dear;
the minute your smiling face appears.
Once again we are young and gay
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WRITING unraveled the layers of a mask I wore
so nothing could see or damage best parts of me.
Then one day, I opened the tender breast of a child;
let her breathe the fresh air of a new beginning.
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The religion game
only one right way; there can
be only the one.
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What-ifs plague a mind with an
Over-active imagination; and in torturous
Replays of imagined scenarios as
Response to its fears, the mind willingly
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A cherub face framed in curls,
nothing like the heart of a girl
to wrap you in a bow; she is
a gift to your soul like no other.
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F orever there in memory, their
I llumination in a child's night skies
R eminds me today that youth itself
E scapes as easily from one's grasp.
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Would be so easy to fall right off the map;
this world casts such a darkness
over one’s soul at times.
Excruciating times these are
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Pulling out fresh canvas, he
assumes his seat in front of the stand and
imagines a scene in his head.
Next he gathers his colors, loads his pallet,
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Oh Toto
we aren't in Kansas anymore!
Look at the changes
it all looks so strange doesn't it, yet here we are
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