Poetry and Poetic Prose
Poems and poetically written prose.
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I write from my experience and understanding, offering my perspective, as we all have a unique way of seeing things. I encourage the reader to question, seek, and research. You may see things differently. The truth is cloaked in a web of deceit in which those who seek it are often caught. It can send
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Whisper white and empty,A blank page,A still pen; Aching pain and plenty,A string of words,A lion’s den. Write well and perhaps,A good read,A time when; Fall back and relapse,An empty basket,A barren hen. From my book: A Dark Quill
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We die as we are born,Alone—Thrust into the unknownAnd a light that isBlinding. In this world onceKnown—Prisons of flesh and bone,Full of memories that keepLingering. From my book: Hushing the Voices
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Purple and pink flowersAdorned my dressIn a garment that wasn’t for day. I had awoken to silenceAnd endless heartacheIn a house that wasn’t my home. Each task I performed automatically,Like a program with a mortal soul. I had died, yet I remained,Like a ghost covered in flesh. From my book: Hushing the Voices
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I wished it hereAnd I watch it fly,From the northern cornerOf the eastern sky. The weary travelerI had come to be,Many lonely milesNow far behind me. I had touched the sky,A glistening golden hue;My soul was remindedOf all it once knew. Yet in time it fadedAnd it flew once more,From the southern cornerOf the western
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Eternal ache In a forgotten soul,Eternity pennedOn a fragile scroll;The scalesHave much to weigh. Perpetual existenceIn a forgotten way,Fate fallenOn a stony brae;Emptiness increasesThe weight of us. From my book: A Dark Quill
SB LACROIX 