Paula Kneeland Poems

In the soul, melodies begin and take root
Some blossom.
Some die as travails of life.
A bene placito. - (it's up to the performer)
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It was a carefree summer day,
when two blond children asked to play
I was but five and he just two,
we ran ahead as young kids do
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If you scratch out our eyes does that make us sightless?

Or is it you who are without sight? Somewhere in between
separated by hatred. A vile distortion of something once beautiful, an attempt to erase
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Family photos that hang on the walls show smiles by the old pear tree
As the gentle stranger with soft hands escorts her down the hallway.

A cup of tea, cold by the bed, awaits with a novel only half read;
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In dreamlike states I am my other self. Called
to astral planes beyond mortal comprehension. Consciousness
alone survives
here. A body, non-corporeal without visceral umbilical connection. Among
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