Rhona McFerran Poems

Anxiety, Anxiety-
you creep, you lurk, you worry me
Mangy monster under my bed
on all my fears you must be fed
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Life can seem beautiful
blushing with color
pure, unblemished and
full of youthful innocence
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It wasn't me
it really wasn't
not like me at all
and come to think of it
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This act of growing
of being alive
a continual process
internal and external
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We deny our CREATOR
when we deny
the truth
of our talents.
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The older I get
the more I feel it
the slow and
constant fading
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Life was not at all "nice" to them
it did not treat them fairly
and if you asked how they survived
they'd answer you with "barely"
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There was a garden gnome named Griselda
who lived by my back garden gate
she was nasty and mean, at times quite obscene
to Gregor, her poor garden mate.
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One day I delivered a poem
one that seemed to be premature
so I swaddled her up
and set her aside
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"Pshaw! " My grandmother said
as she thumped and bumped about
her crowded kitchen
steam rising, having
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