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Poetry By
Carolyn Michael BIO: Carolyn Michael is
a junior at Framingham State University (Massachusetts) majoring in English and Philosophy. She is an award-winning painter,
a photographer, and is now developing her poetry skills. Poetry about relationships interests her the most. She has volunteered
to work on the Lakota Sioux reservation in Montana next year.
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Inside Sunday
I had never seen sites as they were on Sunday
All was dulled by a paramount wave inside
Inside lungs, inside stomach and mind
Inside had always tried to be so wide
Width was destroyed in seconds when
Your voice, hand, and eyes combined
Now in a dark, narrow, hallway leading to you
Inside was deaf, mute, and
surely blind
I knew the grass bed was void of its color
The smoky stars were distant
and grey
Footsteps poisoned
solemn silence
Serpent
branches blocked sky display
But you made
that grass explode with green
And the mist erupted white pearls
You made silence rush into my ears
The branches retreated and curled
Sky opened wide and swallowed me
I bathed in a salty, ocean abyss
Sunday finally saw my face
As I witnessed the face of bliss
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Bathtub
She told me of her dilemma with watery eyes.
She said her skin was white porcelain.
She said she could clean you up well.
Her warmth would be desirable to any man.
Yet, nobody wanted her anymore.
She told me her caretakers cut her in half,
And stuck her in the front
yard next to the towering Oak.
They positioned a plastic effigy inside her belly.
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Saul
Saul knew how to do
it right
He was always
so content
He stood his
ground with dignity
More
solid than cement
Which is why I lost my way
again
When I found him
weak and curled
Behind
the shed of the Dime Mart
Said he was hiding from this world
His eyes were
once a long, blue mile
Now they stopped right at the skin
And his arms, which were so mighty to me
Now seemed frail, delicate, thin
I used to think that the outside was weak
That bodies could exist alone
That the wind couldn't blow us over
That we were more than water and bones
And once again it got inside
Maneuvered through my skin
This feeling that he gave to me
This state of mind I'm in
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