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Poems from Phyllis

Christmas greetings poured out

like thin sticky syrup

Sweet

But quickly running off

my stack of pancakes;

Some soaking in

Others trivial and meaningless

I never did like extra syrup on my plate.

PF

ordinary love in soft shades

nurtured everything I am

boundaries ended

I found

exuberant

delicious

passionate

recognition of my Self

PF

Memory holds pain

My strength

slowly

fades

as in a dream I found breath

I'm alive

memories will comfort

PF

family meant home

once we lived there together

We knew love and laughed

those times filled all of us

still

PF

The line has blurred

between real and imagined --

The yawning pit beckons to my Self

promising eternal peace

quiet

Darkness

eternal hibernation.

Sometimes

a Light

shining up ahead

glows so brightly

promising adventure,

drowning out the

Darkness.

It is an intricate

dance

my Self

weaving

back and forth

up

and

down,

between

the Darkness and the

Light.

The line is blurred.

PF