Carolyn Brunelle Poems

Some loves really are forever,
others never stay the course.
They say it's in the genes-
use it as excuse for divorce.
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She arrives unceremoniously
from a long Florida flight;
plays it low key like it's life as usual.
Back home for Thanksgiving
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In a last burst of creativity
words pour through fading light;
the all too familiar lines form
and fall perfectly into place.
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Why the fascination I'll never know

nevertheless we spun the thing
just to see it crackle and spit and glow
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Time has finally eased its raw power
but there are damages;
permanent fingerprints on the pages of my past
left by the hands that molded my history.
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Bits of me lie on to the floor
like so many pages torn from a book;
complete chapters have closed
to a life
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Sickened by the weight of it all
the clamor of the human stew?
Blinded by all its negative energy
like a cloud hovering over you?
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