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She Be a Poet ~ The Day She Left

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Faces change yet remain familiar,

eyes wide with paranoia,

obvious disdain,

cracked glass and minds

clear signs of pain.

Distance and fear grow,

resentment peaks,

pacts and pledges of togetherness,

where are those opinionated tongues,

careful and positively meek.

Navigate changing pathways,

cat’s eyes set boundaries tight turns,

mind and mileage drive adventures,

on land that perpetually burns.

‘Energy is Everything’, a mantra, the ace up my sleeve,

intuitive, empathic, complicated soul,

heart set vision; of the day she leaves.

© Michelle Sotiriou 2022

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She Be a Poet – She’s Up!

She wakes up in her frosty sheets, bed socks they’re kind of fun,

Not fetching or seductive, but they’ll do before the sun.

She opens one eye warily, she knows the day it waits,

Snooze button best invention, a cuckoo she would hate.

Moving from her haven, duvet dreams and pillow promise,

Reaching for the kettle, yeh she’s up, you know she’s on this!

Music is now blaring, sod the neighbours, morning rave,

Brushing teeth to Barry, “Can’t get enough of your love, babe”.

© Michelle Sotiriou 2015

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She Be a Poet: Seeds Beneath The Snow

Two seeds are frivolously planted, roots begin to grow

the gardener and his shovel made a groove beneath the snow.

With words and without warning, she tries but can’t forget

one side thoughtful gentleman, the other makes her fret.

Once more retreat begins, protective cloak she wears

hiding so her eyes can’t see, the net, unpredictable snares.

Who she is, is not enough, painful, usual, truth

Soul sore of being second best to fantasies and youth.

© Michelle Sotiriou 2014