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Fables

Posted in Poetry by Mandy Joy Poole on 26/04/2015

we find ourselves
lost in the fog
pennies on the sidewalk
and everyone we meet smiles and waves
and we can’t help
but think
who do they have
at home
that brings a smile that big
surely they’re hiding something –
this plaid skin doesn’t stand
a chance
that backward glance
of pity
of curiosity
of sadness
of disdain
how does
why does
just does
we just keep moving.

M.

Variables 

Posted in Poetry by Mandy Joy Poole on 12/04/2015

strung out, sprung out
on the white picket fence
babbling blue
target jays
snowbirds in their own
right, down to the edges
of all that was forgotten
whisper, clutter
you’ll end up your mother
pale daisies kissed by sunlight
we might
go on dancing without movement
our swelling minds
lost in the afterwords
when we break
when we shake
hands, after supper
and dishes become reasons
to forget and not forgive

M.

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It’s dark and it’s April.

Posted in Poetry by Mandy Joy Poole on 08/04/2015

I wish we could see
eye to eye
cheek to cheek
teeth to teeth
Don’t regret these dreams
these paint scale details
that mock our pretty lives
pretty lies
Just hurry
I wish you could see
just who I could be
If you would just choose me
over
and over
Just push play
cheek to cheek
teeth to teeth
a breath in the right direction

M.

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