Category: Miriam Miles Poetry
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Grit
Never before have I felt the pull so strong, to put pen to paper, declare I belong on the page. The written stage –
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Bloom
As we allow the God of love and grace to unfold our journey one day at a time we provide space for him to speak and reveal that which will empower and mature us.
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Compassion
Life is but a choice or two…
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Much, Little, None
We are all capable of much.
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The Colliding
Exploration of The Colliding and how this poem came about and what it means.
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Poles
Exploration of the poem, Poles, published in poetry collection Phoenix.
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Scorched
On the train to Canberra the soil drowns in sunshine and not a lick of water can be found to quench the thirsty land.
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Polymorphic Harmony
It is a gift we humans have, to be able to ponder our own thoughts
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Hail
She throws herself down in great torrents, aching to crack it open and she gulps,
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Heat
It’s not my fault, she implores as she flings herself across the tinder licking up the final drips of moisture, crying over every molecule ignited by her rage as her heart burns the land,
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Unafraid
I was fearless once. When my words spilled out recklessly, wild, untended – a garden let loose. Nothing else mattered but the words as they grew from my deep and flowered, majestic in their exuberance.
Miriam E. Miles 