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POETRY – The Spring Is Over

It’s been a whileMy womb feels hollowNo matter!I was needed in the night. ConfirmationI am not fit for the season of spring.I am in August. The stubborn paunch can stayI like itThe stretch marks and varicose veinsBladder weakness, disfigured labiaStretched out breastsI don’t care. They remind me I am aliveYounger than I’ll ever beThan you’d…
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POETRY – Forty-Four

Forty-four. Dust on the floor. Stoke up the fire and lock the door. Bake your messages in a pie. Serve it up to passers by. © 2025 Juliette ProffittALL RIGHTS RESERVED.THE ABOVE POEM WAS WRITTEN BY AND REMAINS THE PROPERTY OF THE AUTHOR. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. THE AUTHOR GRANTS PERMISSION TO SHARE UNALTERED POSTS ONLY…
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Doing More

We’ve had an awesome couple of weeks. So much sunshine, visiting and playing with friends and rich conversations. These recent days have been a great example of doing more when you wonder if you’re doing enough! We went for a walk. With friends and chatted about metal detecting finds. We discovered Castle an Dinas, and…
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POETRY – Now And Then

Ever so occasionally,Now and then, just like you,I’ll feel a needTo wave a hand high in the air.Not the frantic wave of a shipwrecked soul,Nor quite the desperate, final plea to God“Do you see me? My Lord…I am sinking!” Instead, much more.Still a cry nonetheless,But infinitely louder. Stronger.Shrill but determined.Defying the black, chilling, watery depthsIn…
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POETRY – Today

Just as soon as I’ve cleaned.After we’ve played,Picked the toys up from the floor.Not until I’ve read aloud,While they eat,Following an abundance of hugs. Then, quite possibly,I’ll suggest the TV,Chance sitting down to write.The peace will come I’m sure.The inspiration, the words, the masterpiece.That brings home the bread. Realises the dream. Snatched moments here and…
























