We raced two sticks in a moonlit stream
hand in hand
we ran alongside
shouting, cheering
lungs bursting with April’s chill
to the dam
where I lost,
seized by a current
that was just too strong
swept away
finally coming to rest
in a guiltless pool below
near the meadow
where you plucked leaves from my hair
and told me
how sorry you were.
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Author: A.J. Goode
I am a romance novelist, single mother of three, and a high school lunchlady. To be completely honest, I have no idea which of those jobs is the most rewarding and which is the biggest challenge. I love them all.
I write romance novels about the kind of people who might pass me on the street every day. My characters are often hurting in some way, and need to learn to trust others in order to heal themselves.
I also blog about trying to focus on writing, and about my day-to-day experiences in small-town America. I write about life. The good, the bad, and the just plain odd.
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Artfully composed. I am left in deep thought about the guiltless pool.
Great work!
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Thank you. I’m still kind of nervous about sharing my poetry, so I really appreciate the comment.
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