monica monet

A moment’s peace from journeys long
A fullness ripe complete
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NO CRIME
Don’t look askance
‘cause I’m not young
Some day you’ll
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Savouring your poems
is like eating icecream with shrapnel,
and screaming as you die deliciously,
wondering not caring how you arrived,
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LOVE TRANSCENDS
……………

The truth survives
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This time
I hoped to smile
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Stroppy stamping feet
ego driven drives
Fractious empty
clashing sound
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Heat of criticism
vanishes
as mirror accuses
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The inside space
Who holds the key?
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Oh terylene!

Not really grey
Not quite brown
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