Cheryl Lynn Moyer Peele Poems

A child missing for a year in remote Nepal,
re-emerges now 'The Enlightened one, '
the reincarnated Buddha, cross-legged
beneath a tree. No sign of ten months
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The autistic child’s fingers fly across
the keys releasing inaudible syllables
of joy, floating upward between
his fingers.
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A charred piece of bread doesn't care
if it is given the name of “toast.”
Neither does a bird pause its song
to see itself properly identified
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A fragile robin’s egg lies in my path, unbroken

about forty-five feet below it’s mother’s nest.
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Awakened in haste,
I threw my cotton sheets
into random creases, capturing
my startled dreams.
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An infectious disease
spread through the air
or blood.
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I had just accidentally smashed
my boyfriend Howard in the forehead
with a horseshoe. The blood surged
through his eight year old fingers,
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Our sons and daughters conceived in
strawberry fields have talked dad
into tying his hair back and mom
into wearing a bra and conforming
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A child's ear on the track listening
to low vibrations first. Slight fear
and trepidations hum.
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Will music fall flat
upon my ears? Could
the sun rising become
only the day's light?
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