Jacquie StewartHeimann Poems

Voices drone in monotones
Chairs creak and people sigh
Pens scratch, papers rustle
Some stare at the sky
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Morning dawns
Fresh new snow
Excited children shout
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A flicker
Awareness
Darkness, solid
All around
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You listen,
To facts, projections and goals.
But also
To dreams, hopes and sorrows.
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I notice the quiet as I take a breath and move out
My boots crunching on gravel
Guns rattling on my back, my side and in my hands
My breathing feels loud in this oppressive silence
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(Husband, Father, Grandfather, Friend)

Surrounded by friends and family
I look around and wonder
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Deep, dark, dank, damp
This dungeon of oppressive sadness
Four gray, weeping, stone walls
Slowly closing in
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Dedicated to Amanda and Jason
March 15,2008

In Wedded Bliss you can't believe
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I sit, I read, I cry
The words dance in my mind
Images flash through my soul
And my heart aches
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It flows in slowly
Like a feather on the tide
Quiet, fluttering wings
Soft chirps
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