Small Nose

Unfolding red rose
perfume permeates warm air
around her small nose.

poem by Terry Collett
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Last Suicide.

Her last suicide.
Others had been rehearsals
practised in dark rooms.

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Butterflies.

Holding butterflies
then letting them go on wing
to paint pale blue skies.

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Red Ink

Her many suicides.
Scrawled writing

on the card,
its ink

is bright red.

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Rain Falls.

Rain falls gently.
Spread the glory
of flower buds.
Light green paint
around the sun

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New Cleaning.

Night Raindrops
Lightly tap

on my window.
Morning shines

now comes
a new cleaning.

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Rose Like

The small slit.
The thin knife

does its job;
the wrist is crimson

like an opening rose.

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Svetlana

Stalin's dark shadow
over the shoulder

of Svetlana
her ghostly mother

talks of her suicide.

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Tears

Tears fill
the strangulated throat.

Absence is to break
the hearts of yearning.

In the door,
bring peace.

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Is It

Is it fact
or myth

that you
made love

to Judith?
Maybe she's just

inside my head,
fact or myth,

it doesn't matter now
Judith’s dead.

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