Tag Archives: Metaphor

Sustenance

I never realized just how hungry I was, until you fed me sweet words each day for a month. Now that your cupboard is bare, and you have not a morsel to spare. I’m afraid I may starve to death, … Continue reading

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Breaking Through

Sitting down, he breaks through the woven seat, Leaving a hole in the chair, and in my heart. The body of a small boy, grown into a man. A mama letting go, a little more every day. Time to buy … Continue reading

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The Dance

Same old song. Same old rhythms. Same partner. Different dance floor. Days turn into months Closing in on a year. Listening to New stations. New artists. Trying on New moves To new tunes. Working on a solo performance. Copyright Suzanne … Continue reading

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