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Porch Swing

[This poem is written from a memoir that I wrote about 3 years ago.}

Both brash and soft, a breeze

Caresses her skin, abrasively,

It,

Whips past quickly, moving through

An open window.

The gentle swaying

Of a brown wicker porch swing

Making a soft squeak

And on it laid a blue cushion.

Her old turn dial radio,

Let out a staticy version of

Old style country.

Made from guitars, basses, fiddles,

And a harmony of voices.

There are hushed sounds

Of birds singing their songs of joy

In the distance.

The hushed sounds of children

Who have sought the warm protection of

Being indoors-

A storm approaches.

The sweet smell of lakes

And oceanic waters

Lingers in the air

Signaling a rain

Coming on her right.

She looks outside

To see the many shades-

Of greens on newly bloomed trees.

She also sees shades of

Pinks, whites, and reds

Among the trees

And a garden’s budding flowers.

Her sky seemed split in two

The sun is setting to the left

Over the horizon

Painting her sky, a collage,

Of red, blue, orange, and purple.

On her right

The sky is gray

And threatening

The serene quiet.

The thoughts of this girl

At peace

Are overlooking

the

Days hardhips

Every now and again

The last shine of the days and

The last hints of light hit

Her eyes

Making them glint

She awaits the coming

Of rain

On the brown wicker

Porch swing

For rain seems to calm

Her and her soul

In the distance

The sound is faint

But tangible

Of cars passing on

A nearby road

Her sun sets

Over the bright green fields-

She watches the clouds

Move slowly in-

The flowers close up

Hiding away for the lights’ return-

The grey clouds

Gather tightly-

The swing’s blue cushion

Cradling her back and head

She lies

Admiring the beauty

At the end

of the day

She puts aside

The past and the previous

Unfortunate times

For the

Present and happy young childhood

That is ever so missed

And all ends

With the sound of Windchimes

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Today’s coping mechanism

I have tried many coping mechanisms in my life but, today I thought to change one of my mechanisms slightly. I got really upset and started going for a walk. Now, this is something that I do quite often but instead of aimless walking and getting myself lost to make myself find my way back, I  turned around at the halfway point. I walked until I found the road that I recognized had a park. At the park, I realized that there was a large area of grass, flowers, and a few trees. I sat down under a really nice shady tree in the grass and made myself breathe. With each deep breath, I tried to get myself out of my head and on the nature around me. While I did this, I started picking up blades of grass and tying them around a small stick that I found. I got about 3/4ths of the stick covered before I started to come back to the present. First, I noticed the wind; it was quite brisk but it smelled really good; there was the smell of freshly cut grass, cookouts, and the residual smell of rain. Then, I noticed children playing and the sound of laughter. Children’s laughter is a wonderful thing for me and it made me instantly feel a little better. Next, the grass made itself known underneath me. It was cool and soft with just enough give to remain comfortable. The soil was also cool and still slightly damp but, I didn’t mind it much. I then turned my eyes to the flowers. There were 3 different kinds: little white flowers,  small purple flowers, and some yellow flowers that looked like small bundles of bells. They were very pretty littered through the grass and clovers. At this point, I began to pick the flowers and make a small flower wreath that I then put on before lying in the grass. It was very comfortable and it made me think of nature and how we almost never take time to pay attention. I recalled back to my favorite place when I was a child; it was a small pool of water that had a waterfall with a cave under it surrounded by trees. This area was my favorite escape because although it was in the middle of the neighborhood, you could not hear anything but the sound of the waterfall and subsequent brook. It was heavenly. By this point, I felt much better and was able to walk on home. Thank goodness for nature and the sound of laughing children.

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