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On Being Hallow

Free Verse Poetry — In Search of the Sacred

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“I want to know if
You ever feel hallow?”
Let Me Know You ~ ©2013 DCT ponderings

I have this longing for the Divine
Search through the mantras I repeat — 
Prayer beads tightly wound around my fingers
Rocking on my heels to the sound of angel wings — 
There is this urgent need for enlightenment

I still thank Gaia in moments of weakness
Lights candles to Mother Mary
And venerate Saraswati
Sing hymns to Jesus and Lord Krishna
And chant with Buddhist monks
I try to include even the obscurest of deities — 
Offering incense to long forgotten gods

I like to think I am one step closer to being hallow
Even if I still occasionally miss the mark

©2020 Lori Carlson. All Rights Reserved.

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Lori Carlson writes poetry, fiction, articles and personal essays. Most of her topics are centered around Relationships, Spirituality, Life Lessons, Mental Health, and the LGBTQ+ community. She currently writes for Illumination,💜The POM💜 , The Friday Fix, House of Haiku, Know Thyself, Heal Thyself, The Purple Pen, Tempest in Under 1000 and The Weekly Knob.


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free-verse illumination luck poetry poetry-challenge

The Women of Salem Not Lucky Thirteen

Timothy Key’s Illumination Writing Challenge
Why I Avoid the Number 13 At All Costs

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free-verse identity poetry poetry-on-medium self

Imposter

Someone is stealing my identity.

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coronavirus free-verse lockdown poetry running

The Long Route

Whose face I’ll see today I don’t know
but I have my breathless hello prepared
or my feigned look of obliviousness
if they don’t want to…

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Back, Back to the Beginning

Free Verse Poetry — On Rewrites & Do-Overs

Image by Enrique Meseguer from Pixabay
Image by Enrique Meseguer from Pixabay

I’ve traversed rocky paths
my feet so tired, so numb
headed anywhere away, away
from this tortured heart — 
I’ve been both cold and giving
but I’ve never stayed long enough
never crossed bridges wide enough
never opened my arms far enough
to let anyone else in

I am paper-black filled from edge to edge
with nonsense — 
If I could but find a way to omit myself — 
a new clean sheet — 
remove that frigid exterior
and rewrite our history
We could be happy again
We could

©2020 Lori Carlson. All Rights Reserved.

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Lori Carlson writes poetry, fiction, articles and personal essays. Most of her topics are centered around Relationships, Spirituality, Life Lessons, Mental Health, and the LGBTQ+ community. She currently writes for Loose Words,💜The POM💜 , Illumination, The Friday Fix, House of Haiku, Know Thyself, Heal Thyself, The Purple Pen, Blue Insights, a Few Words, Tempest in Under 1000 and The Weekly Knob.


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Ignored

The feeling of being ignored.

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All These Broken People

Free Verse Poetry — on Racism & the N-word

How does that word slip
so easily from your lips?
Those lips that claim love
and plant sugary-sweet kisses
upon my cheeks — you break me

The mere reference to that word
churns my stomach — deadens me
leaves me dirty and betrayed
Your kisses, no longer delightful
but slap, slap, slaps in the face

I want to erase that word
from your memory banks
remove it from our family’s past
delete it from the world’s vocabulary
and replace it with something beautiful

How can you claim to love God
while so many of His children march in pain?
All these broken people
just begging to be treated as equals
to breathe, to love — to be free, to live

©2020 Lori Carlson. All Rights Reserved.

This poem came about after a conversation with my sister. She was relating a story to me and used the N-word at least a dozen times — and laughed. Her laughter made me ill, dirty and I knew that not even a thousand baths could cleanse me of that filth — I’ve been trying to wash the family’s racism off of me for over fifty years. She didn’t even seem to notice that I didn’t laugh with her. Such a disconnect I have with her, with my family, with my heritage.

Lori Carlson writes poetry, fiction, articles and personal essays. Most of her topics are centered around Relationships, Spirituality, Life Lessons, Mental Health, and the LGBTQ+ community. She currently writes for Loose Words,💜POM💜 , Illumination, The Friday Fix, House of Haiku, Know Thyself, Heal Thyself, The Purple Pen, Blue Insights, a Few Words, and Tempest in Under 1000


All These Broken People was originally published in ILLUMINATION on Medium, where people are continuing the conversation by highlighting and responding to this story.

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astronomy free-verse hand-of-god mythology poetry

Poet and the Hand of God

still hand of Antinous, carved from water

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free-verse healing nature poetry rain

Nature is your second mother.

Photo by Raphaël Menesclou on Unsplash

That was an exquisite day; nature at its best; better than one of those paintings I admire the most.
The scorching sun took its moment behind the dark clouds. The hard pouring rain on the parched soil made it release its most pleasing scent. The gust of wind moved the leaves in the most commendable fashion. Birds chirped enchantingly adding to the poetry of nature.
Nothing else, but that brief period of time, made me forget everything and calmed down the thunder inside of my heart.


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Let them cry freely

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An age-old enigma about tears; women cry because they are weak, and men cry because they aren’t strong. They don’t link tears with emotions, strange are the laws of society.


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