Tracey Hardie Poems

To him, she meant everything—
(for a while)

He watched her grow passionately
...

A beautiful day darkened by a black cloud coming down,
the smile on a child's face frozen to a frown.
Eyes that had life stared with stricken fear,
I saw his lips tremble followed by streams of tears.
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When I read or write
I see and feel things differently.

ImaGes are nOt whaT they AlwAys aPpear
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My leaves turn
from envy
to shades of dying flames.
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I become more amazed,
as I turn the pages
to the hidden chapters
of whom you are.
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Athene's Bird
The Sign

Scarring the olive tree’s bared limb
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Daddy, can you hear my cries,
see the tears that stream
down my stained anguish face?
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I don’t know when it happened
or how, or when I created

the garden—
...

The sun rose—
stretching her rays
with ghostly fingers reaching
through trees
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My words have never been enough
to convey my thoughts...
as darkness prevails my world.
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