Tag: Poetry
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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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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.
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Crimpled
Crimpled By Christina Lindvay This is an exposé. (Y’all) of the second power. Gifted crimped and crumpled A taste so sour.
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Malaysia
Malaysia I dined with a friend For the first time in three years And i think that cup of tea Held magic She put it on the table And we almost gasped Grabbing our mug with joy With warmth With, thank you for thinking of me It was a hug, that mug, that restaurant My…