Zoe Guillory Poems

Shelves tower over me; crowed with bound pages
of events, people, places, ideas.
Of memories.
Of captured feelings pressed like flowers between the pages;
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His fingers caressed the new, shiny keys, pulling out the strings
of Chopin melodies and chords that tugged at the heart.
We had never heard anything so beautiful as the gentle notes
that rolled into my ears, soft and warm. I shivered
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He slithers menacingly across the floor,
hissing through his teeth.
Your skin crawls as quickly as he glides,
making your heart skip around.
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He sees his future
In the eyes of the girl.
The deep brown eyes
That smile at him.
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Rolling hills bathed in a sea
of azure skies laid before me.
A golden sun offered me its rays,
and I soaked them in gladly,
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War raged on as if that was how it was meant to be.
There were no sides. You killed your allies,
or you were killed by them. Fear made us
choose the former. Tears rolled down my sweaty cheeks.
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In the small hours of the morning, I sat alone, outside
on a bench that smelled of wood and the old women
that sat there Sunday afternoons to watch the children
playing at the park. I ran my hand against
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The actors had no identity of their own.
They danced around, singing out
their stories. Their stories that were not
theirs. The colorful masks sparkled
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I stared down at the body in the casket.
Small, broken: her body like my soul.
Everyone bent to kiss her head;
I did not. I did not want Death
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The willow tree stands alone.
It grows alone, relying only on the Sun and the Rain.

This willow tree offers shade.
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