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Who’s your first love the girls ask me
Music, said I
The boy isn’t worth the mention
I cringe at the memory
How pathetically stupid I was
But the sweet sound of music
Has always been there for me
It gives me wings to fly
To soar at the peak of a high note
When I feel lost and deprived of joy
It gives me hope with every beat
Truth be told,
Air drumming has prevented shiners
You are
The hot chocolate blend
I’ve been searching for
All this time.
You are
The sunshine
In my garden,
The sparrow-man to my fairy.
You are
The sprinkles on top
A bad day.
You are
The sparkle in my eyes.
You are
The blanket and a bowl of soup,
In foul weather and bad times.
This is one of my entries for the Nonet Challenge over at Poets’ Corner. I’ll try to think up some more, but in the meantime here’s this one 
Within the pages of the book, now
I see the world the ink paints me
Oh that such wonders exist
Great dragons, magic, sprites
Enchanted forests
Love, war, peace, loss
“Come,” they call
Out to
me.
© Devina S.
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This morning I hadn’t much sleep, but unlike most this was with good reason. My grandma wasn’t feeling well and I got up to test her sugar and pressure a couple times. She took her pills. I worry about her. I followed her to the washroom least she falls and hit herself again. She insisted on going with my father to the city, ordering my mother and I not to tell him anything. I usually do tell him, but I suspect if I did today she’d end up getting mad at me and stressing her tired heart even more. I love my grandma dearly.
I’m always told that I’m her favourite, and I always smile because I could see that I was. For the most part of my eighteen years I slept by her side and as each year sprints away I wonder how much longer do we have with her. Well, her and my granda. I wouldn’t handle it well at all should something happen to them, and I hate to say this to sound biased, especially her. That woman is the most hard working person, next to my dad, who I had the honor to know, I would cry if I were to recount what the both of them have been through. My parents will be around for a while yet but I hope to God that I get to squeeze as much time with them.
I set my phone to wake her up a 2:30 AM. I got up again at five, opened my favourite window and cloud gazed. Mornings are for … I forgot this already, let me try … Mornings are for positive thoughts and good energy. Think about it; they aren’t there just to look pretty (if the weather feels fine), it has a purpose and if you look hard enough and far enough you’ll see it.
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He carries a whiff of diesel
Denim smeared, greasy to the touch
Beads of sweat cool on his sun baked face
Good shirts come home from the fields
With soft frayed holes and a scent of green
A sure thing to send Ma’s ire up
Added to the broken saucer and cup
The raggedy man,
A listener, a speaker,
Father mine,
She’s just a girl
Never been in love
So badly wants to feel its embrace
But what lies in her chest
Is a heart hardened by the tales and
Thoughts of heartbreak and heartache
Not naive as to think that a prince will
Find her someday, somewhere
And have a happily ever after
For she knows the world doesn’t work that way
All she does is dream from a distance
And hopes her forever-love comes her way
Someday
© Devina S.
I had originally posted this on Poet’s Corner.
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