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Madness
by Lura J. Dungan
A Muse materialized.
Raindrops rushed down
in sheets.
Teachers seemed to
murmur meaningless messages.
Calliope called my name.
Her fingertip touched my
lower lip,
scorching me into silence.
Yet sentences shrieked
from my pen.
Thousands of threadlike connections,
suspended
on a wire of words;
a fine filigree of madness.
Understanding
by Lura J. Dungan
I finally comprehend:
your love is more then
the swinging branches
of a weeping willow,
or the cascade of my daughter’s
hair. More
than a tear poised to fall,
or the gush of blood and
water with the pangs of
birth.
Your love is more than
the imprints of nails in
sanguinated palms, or
the hallow ache of the
tomb.
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