Tag: love
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A Stay-At-Home Rhyme
The laundry basket’s full of books, the clothes are on the floor; wilted flow’rs sag o’er the vase, a pretty sight no more. The dishes don’t engage me, they’re a load-and-empty bore; the house is full of mindless noise, cries and whines galore! Lunch is prepped and served at noon, no, never feels a chore;…
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An Ars Poetica
You are my gift, dear poem, you are like my breath; you wake me, and sing me to sleep. You are my gift, dear poetry, you are like my life’s blood; you energize me and carry me on. You are my gift, dear writing, you are like my body; you move me and support my soul.…
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Infinitude
I don’t love you to the moon and back. I love you to the ever- extending curves of the multiverse and back again.
Amy Secrist 