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Poetry

October can

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Be spooky this time of year

As the once innocent pumpkins take on new faces

Becoming something scary as you light them up.

Sometimes the jack-o-lantern takes on a creepy vibe.

It makes you wish you hadn’t craved his face that way, as he scares you every night you walk by it.

And you swear it’s moved a little each day, and you can’t wait to smash him the day after Halloween.

So you can finally get some peace again.

Written By: Deirdre Stokes Copyrighted ©️ 2025 By Deirdre Stokes

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Am I ready

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To walk down the path to fall

And all its colorful leaves and welcome in the sight of beautiful change.

To feel the little chill of an autumn day blow through me.

A cold morning and then a warm afternoon

Then it all fades back to a chill night all around.

And I wonder if fall will ever stop amazing me.

The colors seem brighter each year.

Even though my fall walk this year will be different, I hope to take it as changing the leaves is my favorite sight to see.

As I snap photos after photo of the trees showing off their red, yellow, or a mix of both.

The colorful leaves on the ground you step on as you look all around, taking it in like a child again, and the excitement is still there as you smile again.

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Just let me be

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Like a butterfly

Free to fly

And brighten up ones day

To bring so much beauty into the world

To be small but still take your breath away

To do the unexpected

When I land on your shoulder, I will bring calm to your day.

To inspire you to want to be still and enjoy your day.

This moment, as you smile just from being surrounded by me and my friends.

Showing you butterflies know how to celebrate, too.

Written By: Deirdre Stokes Copyrighted ©️ 2025 By Deirdre Stokes

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Its getting

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A little chilly out

And so today could be my last day of sitting out with the sun on my face, reading my favorite book.

Allowing the warmth to shine down on me on such a nice day.

Oh, how as the weather changes, I wish I could bottle this day and carry it with me when life gets too cold, and a little warmth would go a long way.

Written By: Deirdre Stokes Copyrighted ©️ 2025 By Deirdre Stokes

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Fading in

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And out of this place

I feel like I’m losing my mind

As I vibrate from mood to mood

And I wonder will I be the same when the week ends

Because these last few days have been rough, I only want to sleep and not worry.

I don’t care; all I want is time to be mine again, with no clocks set as I relax and my mind clears from work mode.

Will time stop before the best part of me fades away?

Will anyone notice that part is missing when I float back into the space I fill up every other week?

Or will the look and smile on my face fool them too well that they won’t see my emptiness?

Written By: Deirdre Stokes Copyrighted ©️ 2025 By Deirdre Stokes

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I am me

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A little bit more broken

Sad, but over time, I

Will heal and like

Kintsugi the cuts

From my wounded heart

Will be sealed up with gold and

What was once broken will be repaired. A piece of art, full of beauty and alive within me.

Written By: Deirdre Stokes Copyrighted ©️ 2025 By Deirdre Stokes

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Do I

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Believe this is genuinely what I want

The truth I don’t know anymore

And even though I still light up everytime I think of it.

Still I sit here doing nothing about it

So drained you think I was a statue

If only I didn’t have to blink and pee

Would you even know I got up and moved at all.

What have I become

Not the women I had hoped to be

But the truth I had no hopes this year and well maybe that explains why everything is up in the air.

So what do I want now

And will I do something about it.

Or will I sit here and embrace what my new normal is?

And will this be who I become, or will I wake up tomorrow and see that what im feeling is okay.

But I must finish this, for timing won’t always be on my side.

Maybe this time next week I could have accomplished something and for once not look at the blank canva in front of me as if the artwork will appear on its own.

Written By: Deirdre Stokes Copyrighted ©️ 2025 By Deirdre Stokes

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Trying to

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Catch my breath

But it seems to keep getting harder the longer I keep moving on

And I’m trying to find my pace again.

But I feel like this is a race that I will finish, but when I cross the finish line, everyone will have gone home.

I know I’m not walking alone, but this path is rough, and I wonder, as I look around, if I stumbled off course.

So I must stop, and I just let the sun shine down on me as sadness tries to overwhelm me. Memories of you flood my mind today.

As the light lifts me and the darkness fades, I move forward with greater determination, embracing my path with trust, knowing that the end will be a celebration.

Written By: Deirdre Stokes Copyrighted ©️ 2025 By Deirdre Stokes

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To find

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My way back to you

With a cup of hot tea I begin to read books

I never finished because I got distracted by the many other things in this world.

To focus on the words in front of me with no desire to pick up my phone and get lost in the internet or my many phone games.

To breathe in the actual scent of printed paper.

To be inspired and delighted by the words in front of my face and to be able to take a sticky note and save some of that wisdom for another day.

I want to allow time to relax and be true as I get lost in a good book or two.

And even as I slip out of my present to be present with the words in front of me I know it isn’t all just for the pleasure of reading.

Because I’ve learned even in most fiction of books I still learn a thing or two.

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If only

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Life was sweet like a fairytale all the time

Where a life of maybe hardship turned into a story of love and strength.

A story of finding one’s self with a smile on their face no matter what came their way.

For having a fairytale reality is far more thrilling and exciting.

To dress up like a princess and stand among the flowers with no rush to go back inside.

To just be at peace once your story has gotten to the happy parts.

To be able to breathe and connect with nature.

If only life was a fairytale but then again what’s the fun of peace all the time.

Sometimes the moments of struggle or challenge is the moments you prove to yourself just how strong you are.

Written By: Deirdre Stokes Copyrighted ©️ 2025 By Deirdre Stokes

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I run to you

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Spring as the days slowly get warmer

But yet still the cold nips at my neck and head in hopes of staying.

I only want to feel the warmth of the sun shining down on me.

To load me up with joy and light so I can spread it all around.

Oh how nice it would be to run among the flowers and everything else blooming and coming out in the spring.

Maybe soon it will be spring and the sun will shine and everything will be warm again.

Written By: Deirdre Stokes Copyrighted ©️ 2025 By Deirdre Stokes

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Oh how

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I love the sun on my face

To feel the breeze in my hair

To feel cool and happy as the day

It is so beautiful and bright

I stand so tall and confident as I allow

The sun to wash down on me today.

Keeping this moment of my time with the sun with me even as the sky turns dark.

I know that brightness will shine in me when my days are long and difficult.

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I want to

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Capture everything this time around

From the photos of everyone holding random objects.

Cut up photos to make collages and create art as simple as can be.

To paint like there’s no time to count down and there’s no worry if it’s good enough.

So light your candle and take notes in your little book and let’s get to creating for time has provided us some joy and peace.

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When

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Art becomes more than paint on a canvas

Words on a page

Thoughts and ideas that come to life or stay buried out of sight.

When the truth and beautiful become one

Or ugly and painful and messy moments become relatable and powerful pieces.

But wait art can be tasted and smelled and touched and felt and of course seen but its

When life and art become one like breathing and the beating of my heart and the pumping of the blood through my veins are keeping me alive and sane.

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Christmas

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Is over and all the presents are opened and the wrapping paper is all in the trash.

The gifts are still holding our attention but for how much longer?

I hope long enough but who knows maybe by the time all the decorations and the tree is gone our desire for those gifts will be gone as well.

The warmth from the fireplace will be around longer than our thoughts of those gifts.

For it’s gonna be a cold winter and it is always nice to sit by the fire and enjoy the warmth.

But soon we will have to leave the cabin and go back to reality and not see or feel the magic only Christmas would bring around this time of year.

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