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of the pen

By Keitha Bennett ColePublished 3 years ago 1 min read
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West Cleveland

I live in a poem

ten feet wide

holding the length

of my solitude

as it stretches

I wonder

if ten feet

is the right

phrase

images gone unnoted

because the thoughts

come fast and hopeful

parading the sample

poems, rough drafts,

and plans… miles of plans and hope again

determination, growth, fortitude

pressing on my rhythm

to push out the negative

And suck in at the gut

Where happiness guides my appetite

and loneliness vanishes

moon and stars take its place

to shine over desolate sunny days

and prank the sky

as the words, smooth as milk,

charming as

dainty dances, tea cups

full of imagination, sunlight… at least of the spirit

flitting away the sugary mantel

like a boogar

stuck to the end

of a hopeless finger

the exorcism a success

branding my future

with gospel

grace

and gratitude

inspirational
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About the Creator

Keitha Bennett Cole

Keitha B attended community college in Ithaca, NY and Cleveland, OH, acquiring 2 associates degrees and a lot of writing fodder. The school of life was attended in her 20s, where she was unable to graduate... maybe when she's done on Earth.

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