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Channel: Magnolia And Moonlight: The Poetry of Mara Broadaway
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sister moon (with camille cheek)

Before the river wakensAnd is jeweled with sunlit fireI will take my place upon the banksBy water that never tiresI have come here seeking solaceFor an elusive, nameless needThat rushes through my...

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snippet

and now the morning peeks behind the soft fire of the suni stretch my limbs, and lift my hand, rub sleep from foggy eyesand daystar gleams a knowing beam -- "I see what you have done!'tis time you...

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sonnet

My kindred, do you feel my thoughts of youwaft silken soft through ev'nings waning lighttraversing trials and distance, telling trueof longing in their twilit wistful flight.In meditation's quiet,...

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sonnet

If love were precious metal of great worthbestowed upon the altar of your bed,your wealth would be the greatest on the earth,for there my heart has given all and bledthe golden light of love in which...

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spectator

Last night, the sky wept torrentsof melancholy too long pent,the private moment veiledin dark curtains to conceal her pain from prying eyes.Her tears spattered erraticallyin the first hard minutes of...

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suffocation

The air here hangs heavy,Redolent with stale ruminationAnd familiar sights.Memory races Then crash dead endsInto the same suffocating visionsThat won't let me breathe;You zoomed into my lifeLike a...

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sugar

Remember when you said to me,"Sugar, I don't owe nobody squat.I can disappear, just like that!"Now baby - let me tell you whatI ain't sittin' round here waitin'not another single day.Time's a-wastin',...

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taproots and tumbleweeds

This is my land,where Grandfather planted pinesstill thriving after the great storms,their taproots holding tenaciouslyto the sand.Like them, I grew here,on this land,my land,where wisteria weeps...

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tartly scented flower (to the sky)

This drought has gone quite long enoughWith naught to quench a thirsting flower. Clouds sent my way are simply bluff,No inkling of a promised shower.I've subsisted on the dew's sweet kissOf pledge...

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the revenant

There you are again, RevenantA spectre from the pastsmiling a taunting, luring smileand teasing me with promisesyou've yet to keepHow did you escape the deepestrecess of my heart where you were...

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velvet me down

I'm all thistled up,wound tight, ticking awaytroubled minutes of a nightthat won't end.Sleep has no place on these restless sheets,twisted and tangledwith thoughtsthat rob me of slumber.It is my turn...

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watching her

We gather on the lawn;the smell of charcoalpermeates the airfrom where the men are grilling lunch,an honor given to their women today.My little girlis a mother now;her two year oldfloats across the...

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Saffron, Sage and Scarlet

It's almost like trying to find the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow - an elusive feeling, and you find yourself in a cool, crisp wind thinking - where is it? what is it? And you never find it,...

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I'll Bring You Flowers

I'll bring you flowerssprung from seedsyou've sown alongyour path.I'll lay them at your feetand, kneeling there,gaze into the faceof grace and strengthI hope I've learned.I'll pluck the petals,scatter...

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Respite Poet of Distinction...Mara Broadaway...Ihavetea

It is interesting to me how many of our Poets of Distinction were amazed with being chosen. Mara was no exception---but like Luke, and the others, she was a perfectly logical choice.Mara's writing is...

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Rite of Passage

Thirty years ago, a daughter stood by her mother's hospital bed and listened intently to the ramblings of a woman whose heart was giving out. In a seeming lucid moment, the mother looked into her...

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Sunrise Service

There was no wine; my coffee served wellas sacrament that warded off early Spring chill,apple blossoms were dots of lightand dogwoods stretched reverently,still life stained at four points.There was...

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not even a breeze

There is nothing perfect,or so i hearbut i say there is,in the hour before dark,when the sky lowers to swallowthis side of the earthin that hour when no wind moves,no storm wracksand oaks and pines...

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Brother

It is in the silence of graves I see the irony of your leaving when life is a new bud, and all things turned dark or withered have greened with Spring's coming. Brother, there are no goodbyes between...

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small candle

Yesterday was the anniversary of the attack on the Twin Towers. On our Nation. Traditionally, I have spent that anniversary reflecting on the great losses our country sustained and the ramifications...

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