Terri Turrell

I am these words upon this page
a crumpled page
a crumpled page
a testament to who am I
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what is letting go -
letting go of grief?
the serenity of letting go?
(must be a bad metaphor)
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Now I lay me down to sleep
I pray the lord my soul to keep
My soul unworthy take my heart
That while I sleep my life depart
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If I could paint a portrait of my mind
A masterpiece to show the world my thought
Displaying every path I've walked entwined
With every dream that I have ever sought
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Hello My name is Sinfull and I'm punctuation perplexed
that's not the same as stupid - it's confused, unsure and vexed
I know I learned in high school but I guess I've just forgot
cuz ya'll are quick to tell me every time I skip a dot
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He told me his truths were
uglier than mine
laughing, we threw words
that were
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I speak with the shells of
your eggs
on my tongue
shards of them fragile
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Fists beating the door
Either side
to be heard
Pounding in hearts
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What if I said
I will lie here
in this place
And cease to breath
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Regret and rue we never will
What lost will never learn
Within our grasp illusive still
The thing for which we yearn
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The sockeye salmon swim from Idaho
Once spawned they splash upstream to ocean seek
Then resolute return where rivers flow
To spawn another round within the creek
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Challenge pursues me, a personal pest
questions presented each page a request
diligent dodger I juggle with zest
requesting relief and demanding my rest
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Look! - Here I stand before you yet none see;
each promise un-fullfilled forget-me-knots:
I dine alone upon discovery -
none hear to validate perspective's thoughts,
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When youthful zest sits down to dine with age
The wizened one consumes exotic fare
As youth becomes seduced by thyme and sage
One hopes they will enjoy the meal they share
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I rode in a rocket
went whipping through space
crystal for fuel
and I flew while in place
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Hope flourishes as flower which, when watered, nurtured, sprouts -
but first seed must take root in garden free from shady doubts.
mind's probing fingers, working, plucking weeds that stunt, consume;
strip hazards from environment so seed of Hope can bloom.
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By happinstance if at first glance
I chuck spear lance like smarty-pants
while others watch all eyes askance
it's by my choice...how I advance
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The white hot desert sun
sits straight up in the sky
bleaching bones and
mountain ridges
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I knew a man painted
in ochre and violet
by his own artistic hand
shadows of bruises
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All of the daiseys were meant to be mine
Deprived of their freedom, they gathered and died
Each offered itself to my selfish delight
Then wilted right there in my self-centered sight
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