Monita Soni

Do tell me
My friend

What is it you hide
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She suddenly stood up
In the middle of the workshop
Her stuttering tongue
Clickety clack in her head
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A sudden burst of energy
A galley of girls
In cute skirts
Short shorts
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She bathes at daybreak
Dons cheery floral prints
Face aglow
With a dab of Vanilla lace
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On my daughter's twenty second birthday
I woke up rested
My aching muscles needing
the sleep
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There is always a balance in her bouquet
She is Mrs. Perfect
Well turned out and decollette
Her outfits are crease-free
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Let’s cut the cake
Let’s cut the cake

We will
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Debbie D

Very pretty
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The sweet sound of you laughing
Is like a cup of mocha with a double shot of happy......
Warmth lingering in my throat.....my heart....my being
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When I look back
With a wry smile on those days
In grade school, when the teacher
Would pull me back into the room
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I walk out
Of the glass doors
Still sipping
The coffee cup
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I catch a glimpse of my silhouette
In the mirror as I look at the gazebo
Beside the still lake
The sun
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He opens the door
Mind already made up
To pur acrid vinegar
On my overflowing radiance
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Dissolving boundaries
Of self
Collapsing sheetrock
Breaking windows
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Forty nine years
shimmer and shake
In memory's flickering light
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I am not scared of faraway places
I nurture my own stark spaces

Some where
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The weekend is here
Stay in bed weekend --they call it
Night falls fast, snow falls softly
Covering the past
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He was suave
He was smooth
He held his audience captive
With the mike
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The minute you settle for less
than you deserve,
You get even less than.........you settled for.
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I want to run away
Run away.........from meself.

All over again
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