Lycia Harding

Hold a seashell to your ear...
Rest upon it's tranquil tide,
breathe it's calming breezes here,
bring it's subtle strength inside.
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Love without hope must be my calling.

Calling, just hoping to hear it ring.
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Wind, waiting while her rainstorm gathers,
gathers up the orphaned Leaves,
leaves some tucked in between the rocks,
rocks some to sleep beneath the Trees.
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Yes, breathe...

Breathe...! Gasping, into light you're thrown,
Like glass, your turning leaf is blown
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At midnight, he'll propose a toast
and raise to them a fluted glass
as they gaze, muted, at their host.
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What will the rain say?
It falls the day your father goes to ground
and palls all hope he loved you anyway,
as it recalls the countless flaws he found.
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When you catch the Christmas spirit,
spirit it away some where,
where there will be loved one's near it.
It will be so happy there.
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A thing of beauty on her wrist
is confiscated by a nurse
who looks for items soldiers missed
in places (and by means) much worse.
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Flakes from earths thin winter coat

coat lakes where skaters spin below.
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When the wicked winter comes
seeping past the wards she keeps,
she looks on as he succumbs,
thanking God it's while he sleeps.
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When you have fallen fast asleep,
I'll crawl toward your hall and creep
out through your door...
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There's an active young lady who swills
every drop that adventure's cup spills.
If it's filled to the brim,
she will start at the rim
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Hiding in the shadows, there
at the corner of my eye,
I am slowly made aware
there is someone else nearby.
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You've never really been a part,
you feel, of this rare tribe you've met.
Kept separate from them from the start,
you fear they won't accept you yet.
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There once was a poet named Ly

who found limericks so lovely that she
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Call me baby - Please! Reach out,
I will be here when you do.
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First you got an alligator.

Next came a giraffe.
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May I please say before we start
that I am PERFECT for this part?
It's in my SOUL.
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I sit at my bench again,
this whole scene is getting old.
Same old sinners skulking in,
same defense a trillion-fold.
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Dancing to music only she hears,
she waits for him against the wall.
He finally shows as midnight nears,
but she's obliged he came at all.
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