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Dogs Looking Up – A poem by Kendall Lynn

I noticed my dog look up towards the sun. why was this act so unnatural to me? There wasn't a bird nor squirrel in the trees. Why had he been so intrigued? I let him play from a box of... Continue Reading →

A Thought to my Mirror – A Short Poem

If only you could sink below the surface, deep beneath their rosy cheeks and break through the lying teeth. I'm nothing new to see, but speak free in blurred flurry. It isn't that I'm weak, just shades of jaded mystery.

Running Around

Lasting energy not from the sip of my mug, but the breeze through me   as I beg my lungs. I gain distance on the clouds, but I lose myself   in the beats I make with the pavement I take on.... Continue Reading →

Beauty Born in a Blaze

I have been the ice, surrendering to sculptors. Enduring chips away, remindful marks left forever.   Shapeless sheen, no curve or edging off-limits, Eager child, trusting every word off those lips.   Unable to recognize the reflection I now have, instead shift focus to the accepting... Continue Reading →

It Came to Me…In a Dream…

To help explain my love of poetry, I'll open with the first poem I've ever written.  I couldn't tell you when exactly I wrote it (at least 10-12 years ago) and I've clipped most of it because, well, it's pretty rough, but... Continue Reading →

Portrayal

In the relentless pursuit of purpose, we'll forever come up wanting. Unrealistic portrayals of making it, is but a mere skim of the surface. All look good from a long distance. That's why pictures replace memories, Why your wants overcome my... Continue Reading →

Bottled Up.

Words wrapped safely away, plucked and powerless in their new space   Bobbing beyond the crashing waves Just in time to this unknown place   Their weight grows heavy against the glass, It tries to hold, support their mass   Not a chance of victory for this vessel Did it know it could fail, before it fell?   […]

Hung Up On, hanging on

Alone among the dial tone. Breathless, taken by the moment passed So much, then again nothing so fast. Time for the dissection, oh where, oh where do we begin? Hello, goodbye--how again did I leave it? Burned in my brain, but only how... Continue Reading →

Leaves Leave, Roots Remain

The beauty fades as their shadows shrink What yet remains for those barren bones? Unforgiving waves of winter Hammer harshly upon their vulnerable veins. Standing though swaying A memorized movement A rhythm well-rehearsed, Their limbs lay outstretched Reaching for ones... Continue Reading →

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