Author: Emily Dattilo

a memory written in sunflowers

she dreams in sunflowers yellow sunshine dripping brushing pleading violets who whisper wishes, yesterday’s allusion. skies collapse into clouds fraught with vibrancy because you can’t explain words with letters. she dreams in yellow so vivid – – it’s forgettable in an...

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the ribbon we cannot untie

a new chapter unfolds or are we not all walking stories ? disappearing seconds like scintillating snowflakes as they brush the ground the same, but different life penned streaming through the ghostly past that shimmers silently through the present steadily looking on into the future days and chapters page past monotonously not until later when we’ve forgotten the beginning returning to reread to reimagine what went before attempting to change what we cannot in our minds the past can be shifted, slanted snowflakes melted so long ago words on torn pages fading as memories do flipping back the picture...

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Coloring and chatting

Names changed to protect privacy. Jessica colors the page neatly, a yellow crayon held purposefully in her hand, transforming the black-and-white outlines into waves of primary colors. On the table in front of her lies a coloring page with boys and girls dressed as scientists, teachers and police officers. Jessica takes a few minutes to warm up after learning I’m her mentor, but once she starts talking, her voice grows animated and excited. Jessica tells me she’s pretty shy and doesn’t like raising her hand in class or participating in group activities. Her eyes tell me that she’s seen...

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Free Spirit

free spirit prolific           despite the norm poetry enveloped   lying leaves words swirling from the page can you hear the            wind whispering words    most of           them                   don’t understand there’s                           something deeper here you                 are not afraid      to be                                ‘nature’s first green is gold’ light lilts      autumn leaves                               poetry                     and                prose artistic eye                                                           paints the world we      hold the    brush the sun kisses the earth golden red thoughts and beauties they have yet to see crimson autumn beautiful songs                      and       melodies       that have gone before by artists                 ...

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Simplicities Don’t Tend to Stay

i am wistfully watching the cousin of guilt he’s presenting himself yet again Invitation-less at the party she thought she’d closed the door he seems to find his way nonetheless dread is underrated he makes her want to scream but permits only a whisper she’s reaching to the world outstretched arms aching heart she knows what she desires. in front of her there lies a paradoxical world of beauty and pain the shattered looking glass quietly accessorized with silent wishes slipping desires and tainted experience shadows of loneliness and echoes of strength the red rose its dropping petals quietly...

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