She Fills Her Bucket (by Jolynne Hudnell)

 Jolynne M Hudnell

she fills her bucket
but it’s full of holes
she holds it up
so everyone else
gets a drink
but she’s left
with an empty wish 



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Jolynne M Hudnell writes cryptic poetry and flow poetry, draws with oil pastels, crochets doilies and creates sculptures with recycled materials.  Originally from Elyria and now based in Athens, Ohio, Jolynne is a freelance writer and the author of Beyond the Sun: The Collection.



  

Coming Home (by Jolynne M Hudnell)

 Jolynne M Hudnell

coming home

she stands before

the one
of mordant wings
and beholds his offering
the blue crystal box
previously shattered
except for one piece…
she draws out
the memory and it fits…
as the lid closes
so does she
and as i told you so
dances within his eyes
she is as the box
and the blue variegated ice
of her new world
that feels like
coming home



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Jolynne M Hudnell writes cryptic poetry and flow poetry, draws with oil pastels, crochets doilies and creates sculptures with recycled materials.  Originally from Elyria and now based in Athens, Ohio, Jolynne is a freelance writer and the author of Beyond the Sun: The Collection.



  

By Her Hand (by Jolynne M Hudnell)

 Jolynne M Hudnell

by her hand

daylight shroud

around her breath

even the air is dank

buttonholes string along

the story ever sung

even now as her dreams

are woven by her hand

as she sings of healing

peace love and flower petals

the lightshade shines fresh

and new for each moment

she makes the way

of the wild as they call her name

in the wind



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Jolynne M Hudnell writes cryptic poetry and flow poetry, draws with oil pastels, crochets doilies and creates sculptures with recycled materials.  Originally from Elyria and now based in Athens, Ohio, Jolynne is a freelance writer and the author of Beyond the Sun: The Collection.