Thursday, March 25, 2021

Missing Normalcy

Home. Teaching Remote.

Birds chirp. A breeze gently blows.

Quiet, poignant void. 

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5 comments:

  1. Josh StinemetzMarch 25, 2021 at 11:17 AM

    I am the storm

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    1. Stephanie StinemetzMarch 25, 2021 at 11:36 AM

      You are a loud storm.
      The kids are a hurricane.
      I just want a beach.

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  2. eddieMarch 25, 2021 at 2:45 PM

    To end the lovely
    With a blackhole envelope
    Made this poem deep

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  3. Holly MuellerMarch 25, 2021 at 6:31 PM

    Loved reading Josh's contribution. :-

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  4. Kristi LonheimMarch 26, 2021 at 12:27 PM

    Poignant void - hmmm. The power of what is missing.

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