Meghan Poems

I'm wanting to start remembering my days
fitting together pieces of the night before
fractions and remnants on the bedroom floor
without the clearest thought, there's nothing to sustain creation
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4 am
weeping. slow and heavy
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the sky darkening round me
the birds descending to the trees
children home in their beds to sleep
shadows gather in the street
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lying snowbling in the grass, reaching for the golden orb
wrapped in clouds amongst a sea of blue it's stored
shining brighter and hotter than Earth's magma core
recalling tales of that celestial dream, forever wanting more
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do you relish in the burning heat?
in the fire's strongest, most powerful fleet?
in the unrelenting smell of singed hair?
in the hazy smoke thickened air?
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take my hand and I will tell you a story
set your weary head on my lap
and lay your bones by my feet...
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I roamed the gravel road
and the wooden sidewalks
shoeless
dancing in the park
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As a child
I would lay
in the August sun
on blades of grass
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these four walls make me antsy
the heat creeps down my throat
outside the cool calm night
entices my brain's refuge
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once when I was a child
the world was full of wonder
the environment was vibrant
and every soul inspired
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