Poems from EllaMicola
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People chip and tear at my cocoon of peace.
Sometimes I need to simply sit alone and mend it
Then enjoy its protection
and swim alone...
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The old sweater I hadn't worn in awhile –
I snuggle into it and feel right
in its warmth and comfort.
I know I should forget about it...
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There lay a derailed train,
like a toddler who had teetered
and tipped smoothly to the ground.
The fall appeared to have been from...
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I like to watch
my tiny hands play piano.
My Margaret March vanity:
proud of their delicate,
white littleness
The double lines of...
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My life is lived--
truly lived--
with a tired left hand
and a broken right wing.
I am a childless mother,
a student-less teacher,
and...