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A Poem A Week #20
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A Poem A Week #20

My Guardian Angel

This day, I wept.
I had reason to.
There stirred something new
In the air.
The fire burned hot.
I shivered cold.
I sat lonely,
Afraid.
Then a voice
Chimed bold, soft.
It bellowed
And it whispered.
My head bolted upright.
My hands reached into the air.
I knew that voice
From somewhere.
It always sang;
Always thrummed in my ear.
I found my Guardian Angel.
He stretched down
And wiped my tears.

Catherine Joy

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A Poem A Day #519

A Dream Cannot Live in an Un-Stricken World

A dream cannot live
In an un-stricken world.
You see, it’s the pain and the zest
That wake it up,
Make it a test.
A dream needs a substance,
A lifeform, tenacity.
A dream only lives wild,
Like cannon fire,
meek and beguiled.
It needs passion and fame,
The fire eater kind.
The kind that are brave,
With minds that bend
And sometimes concave.
A dream needs a story.
It requires good heart
And love, and fight.
A drop of good fortune,
A whole lot of bite.

By Catherine Joy

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A Poem A Day #403

There is no End

There is no end.
Why should there be?
With something this wonderful,
There is no guarantee
That it will stay forever.
So why should it end,
And become all daft and dark?
Why should this flame die,
Why should we kill the spark?
Let it go on, always,
Like the gods in their eternal sky.
We’d never have to say the word,
That dreaded word “goodbye.”
And yet, still, there’s always something,
Something that has to halt.
It’s bound to happen.
It’s set on default.
Why must it happen?
My heart is rending.
It doesn’t like goodbyes.
I never liked endings.

By Catherine Joy

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A Poem A Day #334

I was in the Fire

You couldn’t find me today,
And yet I was all around.
I was in the air, the light, the rain,
And I was in the ground.
You looked in the wrong places;
I wasn’t even hiding.
I was in the open all along.
In the now I am presiding.
I was hoping you would notice;
I was hoping to inspire.
If you had just looked a little closer,
You would see I was in the fire.

By Catherine Joy