Shirley Harrison Poems

This windy morn

has left its debris on my path
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When I was born I couldn't speak

so I cried that was the only way I could communicate
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I am delicate

I flourish and bloom, when loved
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My Raven is my lantern from grief

he sits with me
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I'm a Poet-ess who

likes to be controversial
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You see, there are different types of grief

the grief that pulls you under
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A perfect meet-cute

when love and architecture
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I'll be your lamp
I'll keep you bright
shining for all to see you
in all your magic
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And as I ponder

on exactly what my next poem will look like?
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Today, it is not about politics, it is not about terrorism

today it is simply about remembering
the innocent people who died
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