A Maguire

Free Verse

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Fragments internal, subliminal yet constant

Tempers and hones beauty unaware

The surface is light on water, blinding bursts

Under, the tow scours bedrock

Falls of soft darkness threaded with silver, enclose translucent porcelain, filigreed with joy and pain, discernible to the caring eye.

Still heads turn, eyes follow, masque intact.

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A Maguire

A Maguire

Writer, dreamer, developmental editor, book coach, farmer and mother.