TAMSEN GRACE - POEMS

Tamsen Grace is a published poet,  a Ford Model of Courage and a cancer survivor.  She has been published in Poetic Melodies Anthology, Scarlet Leaf Review,  Birdsong Publishing, Leaves of Ink,  Indiana Voice Journal, Puff Puff Prose,  Poetry Community, In Between Hangovers, Peeking Cat Magazine, Madness Muse Magazine, Spirit Fire Review, The Creative Truth, Anti-Heroin Chic,  and the anthology Dandelions in a Vase of Roses. She has her own poetry book "Skeletons in My Closet" published by Creative Talents Unleashed.
Tamsen Grace lives in the Midwest with her children. She enjoys reading, writing, biking and teaching children Martial Arts.

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The Sun’s Muse
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​I woke the sun today
told it I would be its muse,
burning brightly
blinding,
pure in infancy
 
but
 
life can fade
become dirty,
tarnished dreams
delayed,
world drags
on my  horizon,
polluting my atmosphere
 
but
 
I burn it away
push it aside,
to let this light fade...
I refuse,
for I know
who woke the sun...
I am it's muse
 
 

Tuesday Morning’s Gone
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​I sit and stare
no solace for a wounded heart,
Tuesday morning is gone
 
Veined hands caress
the cup,
painted nails tap
in rhythm to her tale,
another time
another land,
a young girl
strolls village paths,
jumps from the train
tumbles carelessly in the air
I traveled with her there
on Tuesday Mornings .
 
An ocean of dreams,
sisters with young certainty,
begin again
a curious land,
she danced into the arms of love,
her story/my story
a family legacy,
where we came from
and who we are meant to be,
I listened and learned on Tuesday Mornings.
 
Painted hands stilled,
her voice faded into memory
Tuesday mornings gone,
stories are all told
but she lives on in me
 

​Piecing Together Love

I once thought love meant giving yourself away
so I tore off pieces of myself
then grasping hands ripped off more
only to leave them lying, discarded in the dirt
 
 
until I was left standing cold, translucent and alone
 
I started picking up the pieces,
dusting them off
for the ones I couldn't find I made new ones ,
better , stronger ones
 
once I became visible again
someone saw me and bent down to hand me more of my pieces,
and I saw their pieces lying on the ground,
so I picked them up too
 
now we are picking our pieces up together

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