Author Archives: ShySpark

About ShySpark

I blog, I garden, I eat cheeseburgers, and sometimes I travel. But mostly I just write poetry...

What’s In the Mirror

What’s In the Mirror It’s morning again and I’m looking in the mirror. Natural curls of my hair cling to each other in fluffy waves on top and tight, smooth spirals underneath. I flip it forward, in front of my … Continue reading

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The Paper Shredder

The Paper Shredder apathy enters, unannounced, stage left demands a spotlight a flipped switch a mislabeled outlet a mischievous 3 year old a love letter accompanied by an old photo with no names on the back imaginary, invisible strips of … Continue reading

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The Endorsement

The Endorsement Mind the minor gaps in memory – traverse across them as dust caught in twilight’s gaze. Behold the regret found in spaces between the light. Saddle yourself with awareness and embrace time, a gift that can only be … Continue reading

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Dream Catcher

Dream Catcher A tangled web of twine tied round and round and I wound up bound by a hunter who had haunted me set the trap and stalked me through dense forests REM sleep. There is where I set up … Continue reading

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These Are Strange Times

THESE ARE STRANGE TIMES Cats and cats getting along like republicans and democrats yeah just like that / scratches appear across fingers crossed / keep your arms and legs inside the moving vehicle at all times / it was the … Continue reading

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Meditation

Meditation A cold pond in November, a child of the ocean no ripples, no life. There is only the weight of water on the slow earth. I tried and failed to be there. Instead my mind insisted on this.

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To Whom or What or Where

To Whom or What or Where It’s been low tide for a while. The beach is parched; seagulls searching for salvation from starvation have all moved on. The sky looks vast from this endlessness, immeasurably clear. I cast my questions … Continue reading

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