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Rain

Maybe

this whole time

instead of running away from the rain

we should have been running into it

asking it questions,

like:

‘If you can feed the green under my feet—

what is it, rain, that you can do for me?’

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Some Kind of Magic

It’s some kind of magic

that you

and you

and you

will read these words

and think

and feel

and be

something different than you were

before you read them.

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My Honeypot

Today

I will find a honeypot

and I will fill it

to overflowing

with all the love

my heart has found

within my soul.

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Smile Me A Love Song

I live for days

where the smile that lives

in my heart

warms me like the sun

and sings me like the love song

I was always meant to be.

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Life Poetry

The Girl in The Frame on the Wall

There she is—

the girl in the frame on the wall.

A picture of a girl;

the softest smile

full of mischief and grace.

Love and kindness.

Hope and fear.

Joy. Sadness.

Dreams.

All of life

rolled into a girl…

who just happens to live in a frame on a wall.

Every day she fills her frame with a new dream;

a frame is the keeper of dreams

and she knows that as long as she stays within the frame

her dreams will never be broken.

But as she sits in the long grass, peering at the world outside

she wonders.

‘What if I venture beyond the frame?

What if I wish these dreams into the world,

and follow them as they go?’

She wonders, then she slowly rises.

And she takes a step.

Just one step

but already she knows she can’t go back;

It’s a knowing that tickles her bones.

Something has changed within her.

Suddenly she feels the sun on her skin,

 feels a heart beating inside of her that wasn’t there before.

Suddenly she has wings

and her frame is empty,

hanging on a lonely wall

on the dark side of the rainbow.

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A Way With Words

It’s quite certain

that when a person says to another person:

‘You have a way with words’,

it’s not the words themselves

that made the impact.

It’s the heart they fell out of,

and the way the heart coloured the words

so that they might flow

and ring ever so true

as they tumbled into the big wide world.

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Life Poetry

When The Soul Wakes

The world didn’t suddenly become more

beautiful.

Her soul woke up.

And finally

she saw everything.

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Poetry

Coming Home

Let this heart I wear

on my sleeve

draw all of its letters in the sand…

not just the ones I think

you

will like me for.

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And in that sand, let there be

scribbles of the past, the present,

and the future;

a million perfect letters

tumbling all about my day

teaching me,

quite slowly,

just who it is I am meant to be.

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I am no longer searching

for anything, or anyone.

Somehow

I just know.

I’ve found the thing

I never knew I needed to find.

A tiny home at the edge of my sleeve.

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The Rose

The rose began to wither, in
her heart of woven gold,
the ocean melted in her eyes
for stories never told.

The window shone the morning bright,
not once did she look there,
the darkness had become her and
the rose, at last, was bare.

The bluebirds flew about the day,
the air cut like a knife,
and all the while a single rose
lay weeping bloody life.

For no one knew the rose had died
and left a heart of black,
except the girl with ocean eyes;
a train run off the track.

The gardens coloured in the world
so full of joyous spring,
and daisies spread along the path
as death came wandering.

The children danced in rosie rings
while men laughed at the sky,
yet, there she lay upon the bed,
a light about to die.

And as the days became the years
her rose grew back once more,
a rose of black and white, this time;
a life unlike before.

-Brooke Cutler, 2018

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