Category: Poetry
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After Class
After Class Dizzying days Of stroller parkades Two minute warnings And eruptions of laughter Roars, explores, snacks, and more. Sticks, stones, please don’t break any bones. Slide, hide, seek and confide The trees call my name For solace not shade I actually prefer to be in the sun. And here it’s all fun And no…
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Plaited
Plaited My mess is a house And the little lamb won’t sleepAnd the milk nearly ended in the cupboardBut when the sun shines across the room it makes magic of the dust.And everything inside has a place. By Christina Lindvay
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Two Mugs
Would you believe me if I told you my maiden name was Coffee? And I leave too many mugs on the bathroom counter. And I traveled across lands to take a new job And sometimes I shed too much hair and need to sweep up the floor But cleaning small spaces like toiletsand tile Is…
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Step Stool
Step StoolOne step at a time. We say it so causually we forget the potency of the words. One step at a time. Then why are we jumping staircases? One step at a time. We do not need to lunge. One step at a time.By Christina Lindvay The trophies of our goals will wait. (We…
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My Heart is a Hashtag
My Heart is a Hashtag I’ve never felt so connected than I do with a hashtag the community waiting for me within with open arms outstretched and begging for someone else to be like them. By Christina Lindvay
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I am a Poem
I am a PoemBy Christina Lindvay I am a poem Of the ten slide Woven in and out of life Remark! I’m able to fly.