Rhona McFerran Poems

Life can seem beautiful
blushing with color
pure, unblemished and
full of youthful innocence
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It wasn't me
it really wasn't
not like me at all
and come to think of it
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This act of growing
of being alive
a continual process
internal and external
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We deny our CREATOR
when we deny
the truth
of our talents.
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The older I get
the more I feel it
the slow and
constant fading
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One day I delivered a poem
one that seemed to be premature
so I swaddled her up
and set her aside
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"Pshaw! " My grandmother said
as she thumped and bumped about
her crowded kitchen
steam rising, having
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Amid the dark and gloomy glen
you tower where you've always been
a spectral shape, foreboding, fierce
with witchy wands to prod and pierce
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Narrate you own life's story
and tell you own life's tale
Don't leave it up for grabs
or even up for sale!
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Bronwyn the Barbaric was a buxom lass
the envy of all her peers
She spoke with unrivaled swashbuckling sass
her pirate-ess fashion was fierce
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