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Autumn

Art and Poetry by Carmen H Gray Autumn The clouds opened up in October Fay beings in my garden All of the old souls summoned from the cold, misty northlands Landing hither and thither On that one flower that overshadows me It grew from seed, you never know what will happen When you send seeds…
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Why Poetry

Why Poetry My poetry is influenced by nature, math, science and art. I had an opportunity to study Emily Dickinson at Amherst in the summer of 2017 when I won a grant for the National Endowment for the Humanities. She has always been interesting to me, both her writing and her life. I resonated with…
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Rose of Mary

Rose of Mary by Carmen H Gray Dew of the sea Rose of Mary I saw a brand new fairy On a wilder walk today He fluttered around the fragrant bouquet Amidst the palest blue bloom Heavenly scent, verdantly strewn Transformation before my eyes A sign of promise in disguise And off he went without…
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11.20.14

by Carmen H Gray the waves lapped at the shore industrial waste in a place where freshwater meets saltwater the bright sky viewing a town that feels like a story I’ve written like time stopped here, somewhere in the 1970’s of my childhood and it may as well be a repeat of those chaotic times…
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Flow

Flow by Carmen H Gray i sometimes feel I drift between two worlds one is where time is not a binding entity where cataclysmic waves are waiting to be traveled fearlessly and the sky is fully present broadened chances that aren’t hampered by clouds heavy with water molecules the other is some projected world…
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Parallel Lines

parallel lines by Carmen H Gray I saw those lines running across your soft arms arms that had formed inside my womb arms I bathed arms that glistened in the summer sun arms that were cut and poked and prodded, too I gently placed aloe on those lines and whispered prayers to each of…
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Speechless

“But the beginning of things, of a world especially, is necessarily vague, chaotic, and exceedingly disturbing. How few of us ever emerge from such beginning! How many souls perish in its tumult!”-from The Awakening by Kate Chopin Speechless by Carmen H Gray why didn’t you say anything? what froze your tongue? was it fear,…
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Rose Colored Glasses

Rose Colored Glasses By Carmen H Gray The truck with the tools And the hole in the eaves My view of the sunrise obscured by the trees The cigarette butts The plants dying of thirst A Wold War II veteran nursed In this unassuming place And no, I never saw the ugliness In you…
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August 2014

August 2014 by Carmen H Gray When, then, did I begin? Was it in the darkest peak of that death? Or was it when I found that opening? A deep and hollow gash The natural result of an unforeseeable crash? I do not come with a timeline Or a rolodex of recipes Neatly filed…
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Sunlight Beams

Sunlight Beams by Carmen H Gray “Capture Me” I told him I want to halt that moment Of gravitional bliss The freeness from the pull The airborne leap in the heat Before my warm feet kiss The frigid turquoise water And in those milliseconds I feel the deliciously sweet Water colors reflecting onto me The…
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