Betheny Lynn Reid

Category: poetry

  • Each Day

    Each Day

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    by

    325764pwpadmin
    in

    I must touch/ the bark of a tree/ or the blade of grass/ or stare into the folds of a flower/ each day/ to reignite/ the mystery/ of life.

  • Adding a Curtain To My Home

    Adding a Curtain To My Home

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    by

    325764pwpadmin
    in

    Every morning I open the front window about eight inches regardless of the weather.             My cats know the routine             and they sniff and look             and maybe wonder “what’s out there”             because they’ve always lived indoors. I like the freshness that comes into the house replacing the stale night air with the morning’s newness.             But today…

  • One Texas Farm

    One Texas Farm

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    by

    325764pwpadmin
    in

    Solace The farm was solace a retreat to Self after a week of defense against the pretense of everything. The city is never real to me. It’s loud rushed dirty people looking past never seeing here never seeing me never seeing you hello from a stranger considered a prelude to some hustle defenses up car…

  • Then We Know What Sacred Is

    Then We Know What Sacred Is

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    by

    325764pwpadmin
    in

    After the stormwhen we have lost electricity and the water is offor undrinkable A darkness comes and our thirst starts to turn our mouth to salt. We return to the moonglow to see our way. We look to the drops of wateron the plants we pass without notice every day but now stopand lick the…