Margaret Alice Second Poems

Can’t live in black and white – I’ve tried
and failed, fixed up the room with silver
the only intruding colour, impossible to
live this way, had to add pink, can’t live
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Something wrong with last night’s
salad - cucumbers and tomatoes
lukewarm - not crisp and cool, the
eggs were blue, stale meat strips
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Everything served as stepping stones, I am not
grieving as the end appeared to be a new be-
ginning; a higher flight, more enchanting delight,
no fear at all, this deep dream unique cannot let
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Chronic pain is unstoppable, the doctor said,
I remember a time I was pain-free, a time of
joyous being, I wrote line upon line of new
delight in the belief great effort would make
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I stared at my little baby all through
the first night of her life, still in shock
that the little darling was part of me
and now lived and breathed on her
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My guru recommends positive, joyous
anticipation, promising the universe is
abundant; it struck me that on October
the tenth I ordered a Nutcracker ballet
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You ever read a book until your eyes
refused to focus - but you pushed on,
squinting and adjusting your glasses,
until you had a headache when you
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It’s not as if I can invite anybody into my little pigsty
space but recently my work-station has surpassed all
bounds of respectability, I’m ashamed to admit that the
proliferating pictures and files illustrated with my pink
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Not in vibrational sync with anything, order
as chronology is gone, cannot access my own
mind, cannot convey how I feel, drifting away
on a cloud of insanity, brimming with feelings
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Slowly wrapping my parent's presents in special paper,
decorating my sister's gift with gold and silver glitter,
putting the frail sailing ship made of shells and wood
in a box to keep its mast from breaking; it's a memory
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