Carolyn Brunelle Poems

Nothing to inspire;
Expectancy
With no fruit,
A blank page
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I gasped
When I read.
A part of me
Couldn’t grasp it at all.
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Your mama must be so proud
Of you saying such things
Most wouldn’t utter in private,
Much less say out loud.
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Bottled up in tight quarters;
you are held captive
to time, space, weather,
and mind numbing monotony.
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Chenille dotted foothills
Boast more gold
Than green
As summer
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Water fowl still gather
In half empty ponds;
A woodcarving man
Doing the best he can
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Some paths are paved
Broad and clear;
Other roads disappear;
Remain clouded in mystery.
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