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First Attempts at a Sonnet

Posted by Beth on October 29, 2009 at 8:24 AM Comments comments (5)

A Haiku on Insomnia


Cry, cry, in the night

Pray for the darkness to end

light candles and rest



My first stab at a sonnet:


The darkness falls, silence rules the chill night

The gentle moon, she shines with all her might

But shadows play, and the candle's weak

What night! The mind...what terrors does it wreak?

I lie awake and watch the flame gutter

Is that fear,...

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Baby and Rainbow

Posted by Beth on October 21, 2009 at 4:21 AM Comments comments (6)

Just over a quarter century ago, a beautiful and sad love began. An infant was born, small and weak. She found her comfort in her father's chest, her mother's arms. Her brother, a small, nerdy , and noisy creature (as boys on the cusp of adolescence can be)  expressed his pride. But Baby found her greatest comfort late at night, curled up due to colic, attempting comfort on a sheepskin rug laid down for her to rest on when her crib served more as a cage then a place to rest. This source ...

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Anxiety's Grip

Posted by Beth on October 15, 2009 at 7:24 AM Comments comments (4)

In the dark of autumn
Do I see light, somewhere in the distance?
A small light, but bright
Cinnamon and apples
Reach me in the chill air
From a candle lit
So I stop cursing the darkness
Far too often
Scared to sleep
Too tired
And scared
Of my body
Breaking down with me in it
And my brain still ticking
Pain does not last forever
But fear can scar permanently
I dreamt and I pondered
On hatred
If I allow myself t...

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Posted by Beth on September 30, 2009 at 5:28 AM Comments comments (3)

She comes to me
When the conversation ebbs
The music fades
She tells me
My love isn't good enough
She shoves
She smacks
She overpowers
Then smiles and sweet talks me
Laughing without shame
into my face after she pushes me into the muck
Sometimes I beg
For a day of peace
Dreading the manicured hand on my shoulder
Three-quarters of an hour
Begging me
To give in
To end the pain

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Rain Drenched

Posted by Beth on September 29, 2009 at 1:38 AM Comments comments (6)

With the autumn breeze
Comes a snap
A chill
Where is my smell of apples, my happy, dizzy memory
Of caramel on my lips
The feel of sugar
Attacking my teeth
As Mama always said it would
The sticky little popsicle stick clutched in my caramel coated fingers
The scent of cider in my nose
I smell the rain
And wade through a pond in my drive way
I want the cool snap
The crispness in the air
Where are my orange and red and yellow leaves

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The Long Road

Posted by Beth on September 20, 2009 at 12:18 AM Comments comments (4)

When you left
and decided that it was ok to lie
OK to hurt others
and leave a child to the darkness
You lost your right to control
A right you never had
But took anyway
So if I'm happy
If I'm cared for
Or enjoying time with friends
It is my business

And none of yours
You care nothing for responsibility
You have someone who works to keep you off the hook for depraved actions
I have
a child you never cared for

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Tomorrow, We Can Regret...

Posted by Beth on September 19, 2009 at 7:13 PM Comments comments (4)

Lie to me tonight
We can begin the reckoning tomorrow
My hands are cold
Can I steal your heat
Twisted sheets
And warm bodies
Wrapped up tight
Internal darknesses
Allowed to come forth
In the witching hour

Our legs like puzzle pieces
Kisses too rough

But oh-so-sweet
Your weight on me
and your mouth against my neck
Strangely gentle
In the midst of a savage tangle
Of limbs
And occasionally the gnashing of teeth

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Pillars of Strength

Posted by Beth on September 18, 2009 at 6:10 PM Comments comments (6)

I think it's odd
How we never realize
Just how strong we can seem to those we love
I never considered myself particularly strong
Or a good influence
But every now and again
I receive word that
I have been one for someone

Why can't we
Just for one day, one minute, one hour
see ourselves as what we are
Would it be less of a gift if we knew what we are for others
Or saw ourselves
The good
Or indifferent

I am happily s...

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Dear Me

Posted by Beth on September 15, 2009 at 1:20 PM Comments comments (4)

Dear 1983 Beth,

You're five weeks early, sleeping in an incubator, and meeting people for the first time.

That weird kid with the glasses... you will argue with him, he'll drive you batty. You will be terrified of him, and for him. And while he is 10 now, and you are only a baby, you will end up mommying him, being his conscience. His p...

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Uncomfortable Questions

Posted by Beth on September 11, 2009 at 10:14 PM Comments comments (7)

This world today

Too many conspiracy theorists in tin-foil hats

Too many smug know it alls

Who use any faith in God you have

As evidence of your stupidity

To rub in your face


Too many

Who have religion but no faith


What is the price of freedom?

Blood. Blood. Blood.

Blood makes the grass grow.


Can we ever be entirely equal?

Do you want to be?

Why does Harrison Berguron run th...

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