Cecilia Skopec Poems

In her cycle, the moon starts in the dark.
It's as if the clouds take over the night.
The wolves have nothing to howl to or bark.
With the naked eye, she is out of sight.
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One's death could be,
another one's life.
Although, thoughts must flow.
Paths are strong,
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The smell of rain flows into the valley like mist.
Clouds hover above threatening to reveal their secret.
Familiar to death, all forest turn dark and silent.
Erie whispers show that the wind has arrived.
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The clock ticks and hits the hardest hour.
Sending the butterflies fluttering rapidly.
Look to that little bird on your shoulder.
Is it that time?
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My body slices through the surface
of this entirely different world.
A world that defies gravity and holds air.
My arms sweep with smooth momentum,
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Strike the rocks loud and hard.
Fireflies erupt from the collision.
Gather sticks for the usual tribute.
Flicker, here. Flicker, there.
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