February 23rd, 2009 by Linda Jenkinson
- What is the hill without the valley?
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- What is the high without the low?
- Traveling flat, the journey seems endless.
- We welcome new visions over steep precipices.
- What do we see from the top of the mountain?
- Do we cast our eyes skyward in search of another?
- Or is it with relief we discover
- The serenity of what lies below?
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February 20th, 2009 by Linda Jenkinson
- I. I thought I had an address,
- but all I had was a PO Box;
- a place for friends to send the mail
- when they would care to write.
- I thought I had a home,
- but all I had was a place to sleep
- and a body to seek the warmth of mine
- in the stillness of the night.
- I thought I had a family.
- I thought that you were meant for me.
- I thought that this would always be,
- but I guess I wasn’t right.
- II. I hope someday you’ll look and see
- what you have lost
- and realize it was all lost
- at your insistence.
- I hope someday you’ll remember this—
- this, that we had
- and realize it could have lived
- with just persistance
- I hope someday your tears will fall
- just as did mine
- and realize that now you weep
- without resistance
- I hope someday you search for love
- just as I sought
- and realize that what you seek
- you’ve lost to distance.
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February 18th, 2009 by Linda Jenkinson
- As much as I would like to stay,
- It’s time for me to go.
- As much as “yes” is on my lips,
- The spoken word is “no.”
- The injury I sought to heal is still inflamed and red.
- The love that seemed so tangible
- Was all within my head.
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