Lisa Winett Poems

A frozen house stilled mid life,
while the lives within shed
blood from a tear mid stride.
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There is something about the texture
of a thought meant to heal
over the thought that
tears open and destroys the mind.
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Mother Rock, I sit solidly on the porch
as the May wind blows the lanterns.
Like the family stone I hold this space
while the children's lives soldier on
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