Now is the time to share some of my poetry:
Leaves Falling
peripheral
cradle held aloft swinging.
Light, crisp, twist, falling
Heart flip, leaf turn
Falling down
Pavement soft
-Jocelyn
27 March, 2010
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Lingering
Beneath the shower
My head is full of water.
Thoughts dribble
Down my cheeks in torrents.
They’re tumbling like flowers.
In just a few more moments
My mind with have been emptied
And a pool of colors on the ground
Will reflect my life and memory.
-Jocelyn
28 March, 2010
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With little more than rainwater
I wash my hands of you.
I throw your dust unto the sky
And mine, at once, is blue.
-Jocelyn
19 April, 2010
*note that this last poem was not actually born of my personal experience. I have to say that everyone in my life at this point is heartily appreciated, irrespective of the hard lessons they may have forced me to learn, and therefore I have washed my hands of no one in recent days. :-)
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Love,
Jocelyn
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