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Loss, by Britta Benson

Another poem about grief. Doesn’t really need an introduction. Like most people, I live with grief. I have my own take on it. Here goes. Loss is not a lack, a gap, with fixed dimensions. Absence comes and goes, grows into a tidal beast, famished crashing waves, eating hearts, licking wounds, seeking, always finding. Then,Continue reading “Loss, by Britta Benson”

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Serenity, by Britta Benson

A wee poetic seed took hold and flourished almost clandestinely. I love it when that happens, when a poem grows, unfolds and then simply says, ‘hey presto, you’ve been expecting me’. Here goes. Serenity The iridescent pearls of introspection, the shimmer of wildest possibility, a glimpse of hope in full flight. Fleeting, weightless, quiet. SerenityContinue reading “Serenity, by Britta Benson”