Carolyn Brunelle Poems

They fly freer at night; old
dark memories and feelings
arrive on wings of sorrow
gather at my feet and
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I am so grateful you are always near
we always seem to get through;
you are the anchor that holds me steady,
a calm focus in the storms.
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You offer me a nap and I AM tired;
only fifteen minutes you say,
so I grab a blanket.
I struggle at first to relax
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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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Wind in the trees releases the leaves
invites them to fly onto rooftops, cling to the eaves.
Nostalgia hangs in the air, neighbors burn
their quickly raked mounds; try to beat the
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winter rushes in
relocates the season's leaves
blows Autumn away.
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Flying through the night
to suck your blood in their flight
how batty is that?
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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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