Jacqui Thewless Poems

Slumped at the keyboard in the afternoon,
I live off-grid and click on a virtual box
to open my otherwise lonesome room
to somewhere where action happens. Now it is the Scots –
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They might be flowers
of mercy
or small emblems of
the sun's
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Only we recall
the hours of awful practice,
trying to sing it:
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A good poet is also a weaver.

No two cloths are the same
but the fabric of one wears well
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Three mandatory drugs are made in factories
for Georgia’s homicides.

It goes without saying that the crime’s as organised
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With a two-fold cleft
this solstice sets about its clearance
someplace separate –
maybe it is stellar – in space.
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There lived
a single soul
with his just plea for life
in no more darkness than these
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