Muse in the Morning
Muse in the Morning |
A Transition through Poetry IV
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Purple Chasm
Suspended
I was too afraid to release
the life I had, feeling like
I would surely plunge
into the abyss if I did.
Eventually I found
I had nothing to lose,
that maybe the abyss
was where I belonged
So I disentangled myself
from that former existence
and found that I was hanging
inches from solid ground
Ain’t that a bite in the ass.
–Robyn Elaine Serven
–October 31, 2005 |
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I decided, after a lot of contrary thought, to display my first collection of poetry. In places, additional pieces were written in hopes of providing some explanation…like this one.
Good morning. Be excellent to one another.
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…and last day of the move. We hired a crew. I wish we didn’t have to go supervise.
For your enjoyment while we’re gone:
Shaka, when the walls fell:
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