Sylvie Morel Poems

A straight and narrow path:
what society has paved,
what our parents expect,
and what we ourselves have come to anticpate.
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Subtle is a smile,
under his tight upper lip,
that can't look at you too long,
because he might give himself away.
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Am I asking too much?

If I request our favorite song, could you sing it with me?
Just one verse from the chorus; we don’t have to sing in tune.
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An animal tracks the forest,
catching a scent of something unseen, but present.
A longing plunges through him,
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A beating in the air,
a soft light calls to me.
A journey dry as dust, brittle as bone,
a gathering of sundered pieces.
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