Charlotte Ballard Poems

I looked at a man
He was my father
Tall and wise and
His voice spoke doom
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Shifting grapes, wave
Through budding, rounded
Together, perfect
Translucent crab
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Cancer is better than
Dying of Fire or in
Snow far away from
All those brave souls
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Learning,
Intensely,
Digging
Deep
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My cat demands closeness
That I’d rather not give,
Sadistic lover -
He stalks me like a shriven
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A nymph-like figure
Glided in the glade.
Her long flowing tresses rippled gently in the wind.
'Follow me, my cautious lover, '
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Leaving is like taffy melting on the sidewalk-
Sticky, sweet, evenly bitterly so-
Long strings of attachments stretch out
Never quite breaking, never quite over
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Chanted by Ancient Spirit
Ancestors clustered round-
Unknown words breathed
Into the rhythm of the beat
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A small spring of
Clear sparkling joy
Has erupted silently
In the place of
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A cup
That once held
Milk, cool-aide, orange juice.
Green plastic,
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