Edwina Reizer Poems

Shall I return from where I came
Or go some other place?
Shall I return to who I am
Or wear another face?
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Shimmering light from the heat of summer
makes my eyelids close.
The days are humid, hot and damp
and wet are the spots on my clothes.
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My mind lives in a place all its own,
a place that's mostly quiet.
But there are times when all that silence
erupts into a riot.
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A midnight stroll I'd love to take,
a stroll when the stars are out.
But if I must do this on my own
I don't want to be out and about.
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I'll take a trip.
I know not where?
But any place
where I've no care
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Enjoy your youth.
Too soon you're old.
Summers are gone.
Winters are cold.
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I often think if I could find
a way to clear and subdue my mind,
I'd wish away all the thoughts that tear
into my heart. They're too hard to bear.
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Come slowly unto me.
Approach me with great care.
The tales that have been told me of young men
have helped me to prepare.
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A spider spun his web all night
and waited patiently.
A fly had circled all the morn
and buzzed there cautiously.
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So many years but now she's gone.
Finally you can say goodbye.
That 28 day cycle is here no more.
You breathe relief but then sigh.
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