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Remembering You

Remembering You

A ghostly flower blooming and withering,
(or blot) blinking with colors that strain to brightness,
to equal those of what were seen before;
fragments, with the music or plain utterances
attempting to be as loud (or as soft)
as what they really were...

But all in vain.

Blurred and ephemeral. Just for a haunting and fleeting...
Many times an unexpected visitor,
an intruder, inside...

What is complete and constant is that depressing spirit:

Void of form and details, yet lingering, encumbering,
dragging. Punctuated, highlighted,
by the thief that intermittently
gives, curses, and leaves

with a piece.

We Poets


We poets here in love

Merely betray each other

Seeking firsts

No storms can ever separate us

Only longing 

Only verse


Give all in each moment

in a torrent

Over time

But keep that place chaste-absolved...

Ever echt

Ever mine.


Tinika Robinson-Edwards

 Tinika Robinson-Edwards
So many hats...
Child of Love and Light, Mother, Social Worker, Teacher, Advocate, Poet...Diva.
So many times it's mere attempt to please my creator.
Do good works while I'm here.
I learned early on from my Grandma and Mom, give your best-then get on with it!
A friend once wrote, call herself Diva-don't it mean divine? I think so.
Experiences in Ink, what gift to be able to share it!

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