Kumquat 

Sometimes, it is the seeds sown 

yet not grown 

that burn the memories deepest. 

Sometimes, it is the stories 

unfinished 

that repeat, 

their beating in my skull. 

Sometimes, it is the same pain, 

this season, 

each year, 

that calls,

repeating. 

Sometimes, 

I find it hard to breathe. 

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4 comments on “Kumquat 

  1. albert says:

    TWO IN ONE

    Sweet and sour
    Unique appeal

    Fulsome flower
    Each life is real

    So we conceal
    Our private pain

    In words that reveal
    It does yet remain

  2. Blessings and Light to you💛

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