The wind hurries a ragged
leaf across the lawn as rain begins
to fall. Outside, in your stairwell,
the small shriveled corpse of a frog lies
exposed. You lean
toward the window and feel some
tenderness.
And what if those
words, like unwanted guests, come creeping
into the room at night.
Love hunched in your chair, fear
propped on one shoulder against
your door frame. So what?
In the dark you still
turn to another and say, “I don’t know”.
As if to utter
a spell that might open
your clenched hands.
Karen Lee Kleis 
great poem
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Thank you!
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welcome
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Bravo, Karen!
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Thanks, Rob. It always helps when one writes from the heart. 🙂
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Oh yes…! 🙂
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Oh why do I really get this in the pit of my soul? Well done!
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Thank you very much! I’ve just started getting back into writing poetry. It’s encouraging to know that the emotional essence is coming through.
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Well yes definitely. It is the only one I read so far but it is an emotionally, tactile piece. Welcome back to the craziness 🙂
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