Melissa Harkness Poems

The flames frolic
Mesmerizing, hot, acrid
dance with me, they say
So mesmerizing that I fail to notice
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My pen has POWER.
Ideas come alive in the dark.
Low light freedom
Technology dimmed,
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Niggle
Niggle is a word that is born in the stomach.
It crawls up the spine like a deliberate spider.
Up the water spout
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Circles keep cropping up in my life.
The coaster on the table reminds me
Not all circles are loved.
The circles on the carpet in the theater,
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Exquisite Mundanity
What is a day in room three?
Exquisite mundanity:
undefined rage and uncertainty bubbling up,
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