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My Jewel [Poem]

My Jewel [Poem]

The past may hold us,
the future may change us,
yet something binds,
it holds and secures—

Memories, old and new,
combine to seal
and hold tight the grip—
the years cement.

Christmas Claustrophobia [Poem]

Christmas Claustrophobia [Poem]

The lights are all up
the Christmas tree is here
even blinking, twinkling
shining reindeer.

Stand Still

Stand Still

There are no minutes
There are no days
Time etches on
lengthening, stayed.

Can’t get it back
No clutch and release
Hold tight, run through
Sandy grains, indeed.