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AUSTIN ALEXIS : Rain Passes
CVETKA JOSAR MATIC : My Grandma
MARGARET C. RIGSBY : Ride
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AUSTIN ALEXIS
Rain Passes
Rain patter is a brain's soft chattering to itself. A mind reviews the week that's past. Then lightning flashes: an insight into the future, the tomorrow that'll be better. Problems are puddles left when clouds have emptied all the gray moisture they contained. Puddles evaporate in sunlight, in beams, in sparkling rainbows that are sure to follow.
poetryrepairs #196 14.01:006
All the fine arts are species of poetry--Samuel Taylor Coleridge

poetry repairs your heart
even as it splits it open.
VIRGINIA WOOLF
The Art of Reading



CVETKA JOSAR MATIC
My Grandma
There she is - lying - bedridden, trapped between the sheets - my grandma. Her face grey and wrinkled, her hair like ashes, her trembling hands - trying to explain something. "My worst fear" - her eyes are like fire - "my worst fear has come true", she utters feebly. Yes, now I know. Yes, now I do recall, her words many years ago. "I do not want anyone to take care of me, I do not want to be anybody's burden. I hope I'll die before it comes to it." I smile at her, combing her unruly, ash-like hair while she looks at me. Oh, that warm look of hers! She does not fight any more. She has accepted that last stage, the stage of her spirit being a prisoner of her lifeless body. There she is - lying in her bed, her warmth melting away the icy whiteness of her prison. I think she teaches me the last bitter lesson, of how to be a human until your last day.
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MARGARET C. RIGSBY
Ride
Ride in the meadow ride in the mountains tarry at the streams in moments of introspection. It's your inner child who rode in the spring and su.mm:er give her the freedom to ride the white horse into the fall and winter fearlessly, as the child and horse become one.
Poetry endangers the established order
of the soul - Plato

REPAIR: resort, frequent or habitual going; concourse or confluence of people at or in a place; making one's way; to go, betake oneself, to arrive; return to a place; to dwell; to recover, heal, or cure; to renew; to fix to original condition.
-- Oxford English Dictionary

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poetryrepairs #196 14.01:006
AUSTIN ALEXIS : Rain Passes
CVETKA JOSAR MATIC : My Grandma
MARGARET C. RIGSBY : Ride
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