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Some Poems On Line

“The Plural of Albatross”
https://theravensperch.com/the-plural-of-albatross-by-ellen-roberts-young/

 "           Old earth,
your home, is creaking.
Can you hear how much
too fast the hidden heart is
beating?"
https://theravensperch.com/cry-for-the-earth-by-ellen-roberts-young/
"Judith" 
​           As painted, several times,
            by Artemisia Gentileschi
 She’s sneaking out like an ordinary thief
—though most thieves don’t bring a maid
to carry the loot—the contraband
in her basket a severed head. . . .
​https://rockvalereview.com/judith-and-judiths-maid-remembers-by-ellen-roberts-young/

“Earth and Sky”:
 Look up: a great void.
How to emulate such
height, such absence? . . .
https://www.abandonedmine.org/earth-and-sky-ellen-roberts-young
 
“Evening”:
Beige walks in and other colors
pale—red loses its anger, blue
its hope.  It’s rain on their parade
without water to bring new growth. . . .
 
theravensperch.com/evening-by-ellen-roberts-young/
 
“Helpless” – when a child’s pet dies
https://www.oysterriverpages.com/helpless
 
“On the Sofa”
Nana comes from Stockton
twice a year, sits beside me . . .
http://www.star82review.com/4.1/young-sofa.html
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