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a poem a day in the month of may

Kaitlin Curtice
May 23, 2023
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Today I was walking
in the ever-Springing woods
and thought to myself
I cannot wait for Autumn,
when all of this dies.
And I wondered then
if I’m just
terribly morbid,
looking forward
to the way the leaves
pass from life
to a steady death
later in the year.
I don’t understand
that death could be
beautiful and terrible,
and I ache for
everyone that death
has touched, including
myself and those I love.
Perhaps I am
just drawn to the liminality
of it, the complexity
that the pain mingles
with memories and care
and compels us toward
a thing we cannot fully 
understand in this life.
So, I stay connected
to Spring, letting her
speak to me of life,
of journeying,
of bloom and blossom,
of beginnings.
That is a thing I can hold. 
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A. Wilder Westgate
May 23

I'm not afraid of dying;

I do it every day

.

I am afraid of leaving;

of business unfinished

knowledge unlearned

thoughts unuttered

words unread

moments unnoticed

love unexpressed

time unspent

life unlived

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A.M. Brannigan
Writes First a Fox
May 23

You can live through five deaths

before breakfast and still be waiting

on the side of the road, eyes

peeled for that black sedan speeding,

bringing death to self,

death to dreams,

death to Death

playing hide and seek behind

headstones wearing flower crowns-

life adorning decay in greenbrier,

in sweet honeysuckles.

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