Poems from EllaMicola

*/ 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...
*/ 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...
*/ There lay a derailed train, like a toddler who had teetered and tipped smoothly to the ground.   The fall appeared to have been from...
*/ 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...

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