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Other notable work by Carolyn Devonshire.

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iolanda scripca-

A Love I Can’t Forget

Her foreign ways of doing little things
Surround my memory and dreams
Her mouth – a poem in itself
and grace without compare
I walk in rain under that window
I hear her voice calling my name
– a song of crystals in the wind
but shattered as I wake…
Her figure walks in front of me
I can’t believe and run…
A dark mirage with other woman’s eyes
Gives chills along my spine…
Her foreign ways of showing love
Would melt the toughest man
She taught me how to laugh and cry
With tears of joy and sorrow…

It’s winter now and I am gray
The house is cold and empty
The fire logs recall my past
And every flame sparkle a song
About a love I can’t forget…

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Attempting Freedom

Free to be an owl-

Nightmarish clues at dawn-

The sunrise ‘death distorting

A kind and lonely soul.

Free to kill for hunger

In moonlight’s smiling poison.

The lasting dream re-occurring

A hummingbird in prison.

Free to be mysterious-

Lethal games with mice.

Repulsing limbs accusing

The need to throw the dice.

The blinds are shut forever,
Maternal instincts cry.

Free to kill the echo…

The bird will ever fly?

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Sunstroke

Eyelids heavy with memories
Cover lights and shadows of a hospital in ruins.
A baby with grown-up fingers
Reads the past in Braille
Barely touching the meaning of broken cobblestone streets of her past.
Her fingertips retract like eyes of snails back into the present
Where handsome men – immoral in their animalism –
try to understand LOVE for the very first time.
Great White sharks kill tri-athletes and place them in immortality
as writers reach the end of the journey frustrated by their lack of gills …
The torrid yellow burden rolls down incinerated crystals between her breasts
She senses people as zigzags with burglarized drawers

rhythmically roaming up and down the Riviera…
The ocean breeze murmurs: “ Michelle, my belle…”, “ I love, I love you, I looove you…”
Invading her nostrils with the aroma of freshly brewed coffee

and the smell of barbeque that, once she could digest.

The sun drops gold coins into the turquoise as they ricochet into her degenerating eyes.

I see myself in her from the above as unscrupulous tides rip open our sandy abdomen

Violently sucking my body’s sand sculpture back to the undertow.

It’s almost dusk and seagulls fly through me to a secret shelter I wish I had…

I’m scared to fall asleep as I might wake up without wings

while numbness’s taking over my bleeding shoulder blades…

The body of a peddler with broken clocks on sale

was found tonight

on the landing pad of a hospital in ruins

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Santa Monica, CA

Children of the iron curtain

Stripped of God from birth,

Crawling on a toothless wall –

Question marks on compass.

Chicks growing colored wings,

Door unlocked – unable to believe

Sunrise doesn’t come with bars

For those who can still fly…

No man’s land – unable to catch roots,

Holograph of gardens back home

Tended by parents with disrupted movements,

Tears muffled on the California coast…

Children of the iron curtain…

Each sunset gathers them on beaches

Champion chess players of their fate

Stop and salute me as I drive along

alone…

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Trusting Spring

I don’t have time to watch it more
– the crooked clock of ironed past –
I don’t believe I can feel spring
Unless I grab your hand and jump

Together in the blossom maze
Perhaps we bring ourselves alive
In poison-free redwoods up north
And secret Jacaranda wonders.

If eyes don’t open – I understand
You don’t need them to see our Heaven
But bear with me for falling seconds
And hope cocoons will burst and open

I sprout again through solid pavement
Against the reconstruction site
And I do know I can bring spring
Together with your warmth from Heaven.

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iolanda scripca lived in Eastern Europe for the first 24 years of her life, in a loving family. Her mom was a teacher, a high school principal, and a cultural promoter. Her dad was a published novelist, poet and TV producer. An unforgettable moment was her collaboration with her Dad in the translation and adaptation of a children’s book by the Bulgarian author Leda Mileva. She is a graduate of Foreign Languages and Literatures from the University of Bucharest/Romania. Nowadays she enjoys Southern California and possesses a CA Teaching Credential. Ms. Scripca publishes in several Romanian-American Newspapers both in Romanian and English.

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Carolyn Devonshire-

Drifting Apart

Different Drumbeats
Separate Lives

He inhales the wind song
A static cling to yesterday

To hold in his heart
Until the melody fades

Life, love, hope
Circle the drain

An aging realist
At one with his pain

Love’s last aria
A melancholy oboe

Resigns with setting sun
When two are no longer one

And the chasm widens
Between the haunting roars

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Speculation

Environmental ramifications
Will far exceed current tabulations
And surely cause widespread consternation
For resentful future populations

No hopes will be pinned on legislation
Look to intergalactic migration
Flight from a world beyond reparation
As the last chance for mankind’s salvation

We can but pray new colonization
Will not be hindered by trepidation
Species continuing procreation
Might see our flaws through magnification

Offering their youth the explanation
That we were the Earth’s worst generation

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Peaceful Dreams

Battlefields
Contradictions to God’s intentions
Death toll headlines spark contemplation

World without war
Could such dreams come true?
Hope lingers in hearts seeking clues

Make it happen
Extend a loving hand to all nations
End the tragic conflagration

Fiery death scenes
Who emerges victorious
In battles so notorious?

I dream of peace
Humanity and compassion
Enjoyed by every nation

Harmony reigns
And every life is recognized
As one with merit, a unique prize

Our Lord’s vision
Is surely within reach of man
Black, white, red and tan

Learning to love
Accepting our differences
Guided by spiritual influences

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Mankind’s Greatest Mystery

If 2012 prophesies prove true
And Earth’s life cycles again renew
Mysteries of man will be more than a few

Challenges may await future life forms
With intellects far surpassing our norm
Created to live without doing harm

For if they decipher man’s history
What will they make of our great mystery
The one we refer to as bigotry

Black labs, gold retrievers live side by side
Wild stallions and mustangs on prairies ride
Both red ants and black, free to colonize

Man’s refusal to accept differences
To wiser beings may make no sense
What in man’s makeup can give it credence?

Earth’s subsequent creatures may reproduce
Not needing two sexes to call a truce
So mating rituals may be pursued

A single-sex species might not comprehend
Why women workers were paid less than men
And why “free speech” was not just a given

Questions would most certainly arise
How a believer in God denies
Rights to free worship without compromise

And how could so many wars be waged
Evoking God’s name in death-march crusades
With killing, torturing in every age

Indeed such mysteries in man’s history
Would leave a perplexing legacy
Sure to confound any new species

New cultures may thrive on diversity
Of religion and genealogy
And speak of our inferiority

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Mother Nature’s Revenge

The Ring of Fire sits ready to erupt
Perhaps Mother Nature has had enough

Of pollutants invading reservoirs
And oil-drilled coastlines, sands coated by tar

Sea creatures poisoned by hazardous waste
Trash left on beaches by people in haste

Sea oats destroyed as construction proceeds
Turtle hatchlings wandering toward manmade beams

Whales wash up and expire on ocean shores
Battleships litter the deepest sea floors

With thinning ozone, sea temperatures rise
Igniting rage in Mother Nature’s eyes

Volcanoes, tsunamis are her weapons
Earth’s last days may be man’s time to reckon

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Born in New Jersey, Carolyn Devonshire is a graduate of Monmouth University. A former teacher, Carolyn was a journalist for many years and worked in media relations for two Florida Cabinet officers. Carolyn’s writing reflects her deep concern for man’s future and the Earth’s environment. She has two books available through Amazon. Visions of Devonshire is a collection of poetry and Colonizing Atlantis, the New Earth is a science-fiction/adventure novel with an environmental message.

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