Gina Marie Moody Poems

Daisies and dollhouses,
plucked petals and prose,
Barbie and Ken,
lovers or foes?
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Bathed by the rush of salty sorrow,
years of caked and crusted pain flows free,
murky puddles form at my feet.
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I dread the silence
that unsheathes the night,
honing the blade
with which
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There is no hypothesis
By which to ascertain a revelation,
Uncertainty has prevailed
Though I search with determination.
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Patterns of misguided ardor
lace passion's gossamer shroud,
silken drapes of apprehension
swathe that which nature has endowed.
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The ancient Oak
elegantly extends
its gnarled and weather roots,
seizing life from fertile soil,
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Come,
thumb through my open book,
crease the cover
with your greedy grasp.
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A feeling captures me,
between sleepless thoughts
and lucid dreams,
where certainty disintegrates,
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Intellect
is the sum of defined equations,
tested
and firmly resolved,
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Embraced within your essence,
I am satin,
billowing gracefully
charming a summer's breeze;
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