Category: Poetry
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Womb Tree
My womb is a tree that bears no fruit Year after year, as seasons change Trees all around it flourish and sprout, But somewhere inside me, this womb tree remains Barren, naked, stripped of leaves, While my wounded ego still believes Perhaps, someday, this tree will sprout Until that day, I’m filled with doubt Somewhere, […]
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Music Notes
“When I look at sheets of music, I see a field of snow. The notes are black dots and stems, the lines like tracks.” -from the poem “Music” by Suzanne Parker, found in the collection Viral Minneapolis Mural, (2010)
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The Perfection of a Single, Falling Leaf
The Wissahickon Valley in Philadelphia’s northwest corridor has inspired creatives for centuries. Following are a few gifts–in the form of words and images–bestowed to me by the wild and wonderful Wissahickon. Contemplate the perfection of a single falling leaf: unannounced, unassuming like a simple, solitary sage who’s reached his expiration. The time comes to let go, […]
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Voiceless
Sleep comes, and with it the fading of constellations. In dreams, she levitates high over mountaintops. The ancient light of stars burns to dust, snapping souls to attention. Voiceless, © 2013 by Gina Marie Lazar Lovrencevic. All rights reserved.
Virtually Gina 