Mary Havran

Am I to be tested by fire?
Tempered, as steel, to forge the keener blade
Can I possibly survive?
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Before dawn wind rushes
driving night’s chill westward
so vestiges of darkness
send shivers along my spine.
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No time to prepare
Shoved over cliff by sorrows
Float down now, gently
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Somewhere, sometime, you were Wounded
Maybe as early as infancy when you were denied
All the essentials of the bonding experience
Perhaps the wounds were inflicted
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Lonely is just one word chosen to represent so much
To tell of feelings inside that the senses cannot touch

Lonely can be in the teardrops on a bereaved person's cheek
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If Ignorance be Bliss
One may not seek for this
But if Intelligence is Unwise
One might not choose such prize
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Love came late
Or, I came late to Love

There I’ve said it.
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On the edge I stand
Constructing paper airplanes
Crisp clean fresh sheets
Free of any dark remark
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Night’s paling azurite horizon
cloaked in a gossamer veil of clouds
briefly contests the sunrise
thus allowing nights last stars
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Nothing
I mean not a Thing
Literally
No Things
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It was childhood enchantment in the form of song
Which first awoke in me, the rainbow-lover
Entranced as ‘Dorothy’ sang of
Her wish to someday fly far over
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A quest for emotional provender
leaves me guided by your North Star
into wilderness unmelcoming
to my hearth loving nature
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CUTE ONE, BE MINE, LOVE ME
Valentine’s day brings them out
BE TRUE, KISS ME, HUG ME,
Sayings candy Sweethearts shout
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Disabled, or Divergently Abled,
Depends on individual point of view
As by personal path recently led
My parameter is now somewhat new
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He dresses her in pastel satin
Hair trimmed with matching bows
And every time he looks at her
How his face with pride just glows
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Perhaps they don’t throw stones
Simply skipping them instead
Picking and choosing only the best
Sleek, slim, rounded at the edges
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How shall I apologize for such, my indiscretions?
Overwhelmed as I often find myself
accomplice to my imperfections
Yes, I confess
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From practical perspective
Love may be viewed as colorless
When romantically reflective
Color spectrum Love does possess
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build me a poem like a Japanese house
stark black words set against
crisp white paper wall
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To see the World in the plight of Man
And witness Heaven in his soul’s flower
Tap at Infinity with your mouse hand
And touch Humanity through words’ power
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