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Metaphors We Keep
Metaphors We Keep:
Naught we need to sense nor feel, but crutched to write:
subdued like gun-shots through dense, viscous air
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and curtained sleep where dreams make love
to angry days before the eyes can close.
A peek into life-- wild, free, in a candid open--
to risk the hidden monologues deep inside
our favored cliches and wishes...
( a blind reason we search with certain faith, and not by panic we were taught).
For all the ways the heart can triple beat and not
implode!
now strained, and wedged between here, and no place else,
giving soul to stable wombs, a Harbor Place-
for newborn birth that completes a single page we call tomorrow.
Julie Ellinger Hunt has been writing poetry since she was eight years old. Her first piece written to her mom for
mother's day was published in the penny saver on Long Island. She grew up running to her notebook and pen whenever she needed to get
that urge out. Her childhood was complicated and so her poetry, from that time, reflects that. In college, she learned more structure,
so her poems show her style but with some control. Now, at 29, a wife and mother to two young boys, she feels like
it's time to finally be heard. Her family and friends, who are totally biased and have no clue what a good poem looks like,
have been houndingher for years to submit her work. In college, she did submit one poem to Poetry.com which was published
in their anthology (they publish everything just so you buy their damn book) and in the University of Delaware's literary magazine, Caesura.
Email: Julie Ellinger Hunt
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