Carolyn Brunelle Poems

A treasured innocence
broken and bloodied;
its ruby tears
encase memories
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My poor muse remains
helpless against the wall
of preoccupied mind.
And only a soft flutter of wing
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When I am an old woman
and ready to take my rest,
I will gather all these days
to my bosom.
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It was here in my arms
she began to feel safe enough
to release the tear stained memories
that would fill the casket of childhood.
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I grab my wrap and step into cold night air
to gather myself for a moment;
gaze into the twinkling beauty of a moonlit night
that offers little comfort for the heaviness in my heart.
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With a blinding brilliance, it pierces through
this foreboding cloud of fear
that for days has plagued my horizon.
I am suddenly reminded of a lifetime of storms
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She used a small delicate blade
to patiently peel the fruit
of its tough outer skin;
each layer curled away and
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Within each droplet, the possible stream
purposed to merge into quenching river;
each with a journey, a destiny toward the sea
that force of nature with no boundaries.
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