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Day 4 of Poetry Week


“Kindly Obscure”

Bread lightly toasted,

butter melting in morning sun.

She steps around me,

barefoot in morning glow.

Kindly, she hugs.

Softly, a kiss.

A love so pure,

as deep as coffee black.

I ready for the day.

Work, no play.

Her work never ends,

home with children run amok.

Her life lived in obscurity from the world.

The gift she will leave, priceless.

Kindly, she butters my bread.

Coffee poured, he legs dangling,

robe slightly off the shoulder.

Kindly, she looks at me.

A reminder of first love.

Obscure in our everyday.

But never forgotten.


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Poetry Week, Day 3: The Red Devil

Feathers red.

Vibrant, colorful nature.

Stout beak.

A character, unbreakable.

From one branch,

to another.

It’s territory so small,

yet an empire to him.

A bird to mere humans.

A red devil king to the wild.

Some say, he represents loved ones,


Some say, he flies just to be.

Whatever he is, he is special,

to me.