Feather

Placed in my hand
with care
"Look!  I found it for you!"
Sleek, black, soft
From whose wing did you fall?

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©2013 Liza Lee Miller
Writer's Digest November Poem-A-Day Challenge

Hardship

There is always the urge to 

take a dictionary and define,

to set out the structure and meaning

in clear (or not) succinct words

and if one could use little symbols and squiggles to add meaning

so much the better.

And, yet, does that explain 

or clarify why we act as we do?

Can Webster tell why caring 

feels like a hardship

Why we feel burdened 

when we should feel blessed? 

Why we struggle to accept 

that which is or should be a joy?  

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©2013 Liza Lee Miller
Writer's Digest November Poem-A-Day Challenge

Starry, Starry Night

I stand in the corner of the room.
Invisible, you know, but not hidden.
I want people to know I'm there
but they don't come here to see me.

I stand where I can see the painting
(which I kinda get but kinda don't)

but, man,
I really want to see the faces.
The woman who silently starts crying,
the man who rushes in to get as close as he can,
some stay for hours and just stare
others come in, say wow, and move on quickly

The painting is sweet and I kinda get it.
The faces though, that's the stuff.
I could watch that all day.
(And, I do. )

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©2013 Liza Lee Miller
Writer's Digest November Poem-A-Day Challenge

Concealed/Revealed

Maintaining a public persona
means hiding
your thoughts and feelings
unless they are
palatable

They must come out though
at times
alone
in the shower
or while driving

or through a single
frustrated
scream

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©2013 Liza Lee Miller
Writer's Digest November Poem-A-Day Challenge

Clean Sheet

Pull back the tidy covers
Exposing clean, crisp freshness
Pillows plumped and placed just so
Fresh scent emerges
There is nothing like
a fresh made bed

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©2013 Liza Lee Miller
Writer's Digest November Poem-A-Day Challenge

The last time I was here . . .

On this spot
(where I stand in my mind only)
I became someone new
I left behind who I was, who I had always been
I shed her like a dry, ripped skin.

Without regret, with just a vague itchy feeling between my shoulder blades.

On this spot
(with my bare feet mently planted where high satin heels last stood)
with the wind blowing gently
surrounded by family and friends
I looked into your eyes
and changed

my name
my identity
my path

On this spot.  Right here, I became who I am.

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©2013 Liza Lee Miller
Writer's Digest November Poem-A-Day Challenge

New Time

Time is a constant

We think as we measure it second by second

minutes and hours and days

There is meaning and measure in the clicking of the clock

The sweeping hand sweeps through our days

regulates our lives

And, then we change the clocks.

Boom.  

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©2013 Liza Lee Miller
Writer's Digest November Poem-A-Day Challenge