Poetry
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That Thing Which Keeps Me In
Hope, so they say, Is a thing with feathers Which springs eternal: The sustenance of faith. For me, what is left: Defaulting to hope As a seasonal activity Intermingled with rainy clouds And bursts of sunshine, Here again, back again. Tattered and frayed, This year finds me A little worse for wear. Yet still I Continue reading
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In Reference to the Pothole on 1st Street
I drive over the same pothole in the road Every time I come home. Today I notice it Like it’s something special. I suppose it could be a metaphor If that’s what I really wanted. The way it appeared in the wake of a snowplow Over a year ago And is always patched yet always Continue reading
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Candlestick
Anna Banana grew up when I wasn’t looking. You’re still eight years old in my mind, And I make you work so hard To convince me otherwise. You survived our battles over bedroom clutter; I never guessed you’d become the tidy artist, And me the messy teacher Who leaves her clothes everywhere when she visits. You’re all grown, But Continue reading
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You Could Call this Cheating
I’m unsure this is what you wanted But you see I can’t write Except to pray for something Beyond my words, And how can I shape my present cloudiness of desire Into something legible and true and truly me, If it’s still a blur Because that’s soft and comfortable. What little I can say for Continue reading
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A new year’s eve
Today Let us wisely pack away Tattered promises Along with the old clothes And unrealistic expectations. Let us gladly embrace Our clumsy communities And the stains On the new tablecloth. Let us easily welcome A smidgen of chaos — Disruptions of schedules And unplanned smiles. Today, let us highly resolve To notice grace Tucked deep Continue reading
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On Coming Home
Same same, but different Yesterday your fingers recalled How it felt to play Christmas songs On the piano with a rattling F key– The piano which is rightfully yours, Except for as much as you miss it You still have no space in your house. The day before, your feet stayed warm Inside boots two Continue reading
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Settling
Don’t settle for less they told me you deserve more. So like the leaves in sunlit autumn golden and shifting I refuse to settle. But that smile And those eyes Beckon me to settle And come to rest. Continue reading
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Remembering
Fall Warmth and radiance Toned in reds and oranges. Patterned with leaves and bonfires. Coming home To family and apple pies Hidden storefronts Clutching stories that smell of cigars and secrets Friends Cocooned in scarves and sweaters; The colors echoing the dying world. Trees stained in gold And the gray mists Mirrored by the sighing Continue reading
About Me
I’m Stephanie – a perpetual student and aspiring hobbit. I love language, literature, and theology. I’m happiest when surrounded with good food, good company, and things that grow.
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