Carolyn Brunelle Poems

August days, nature's rhythm
in a dance with the trees;
one that leaves a blush of color
in each cool afternoon breeze.
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From the barrenness of winter;
wakened in all their glorious color
the flowers return.
In one of nature's greatest validations,
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A time of sorrow
she would suffer on her own;
so obedient, so small
she became invisible.
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You feel as if
a piece of your soul
breaks and falls away;
a part of your past too
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Time has not been kind
with the choices made
in her youth;
the unbridled excesses
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I can feel something else in the room
in a movement, a changing shadow
some kind of blur; it's a hint of
something or someone not me.
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It's simply incredulous
in this age of 'instant' connection,
people still fail to express gratitude
or even a modicum of appreciation.
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'Thank you' died alone today.
A last breath and heart beat
was suffered at the hands of
'gosh I'm sorry, guess I forgot.'
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