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Review of Pieces of Me by Cindy Georgakas

Thank you so much Cindy for this wonderful review, you made my day!

If you have not bought Cindy’s Book yet, I highly recommend you do!

This is my review of Cindy’s beautiful Collection Celebrating Poetry

Review of Celebrating Poetry by Cindy Georgakas

You can buy Cindy’s book on Amazon

You can buy my book Pieces of Me on Amazon

Setting Suns

(written April 2025)

Under a setting sun, couples fall in love as
they gaze into each other’s eyes.
As a setting sun drops below the horizon, all hope dies.
One orb of light can mean different things to many people.
Perception is the lens used.
You will never change how others see you.
What they project, good or bad, is not yours to absorb.
Within you, there is also a light that shines.
When setting suns disappear, allow your tears to dry.
And if the eyes that gaze upon you are
less than kind, forgive them for being blind.

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Heaven

written in response to Sadje’s #Whatdoyousee

Within Dreamscape, I searched for you tonight
While the moon was bright, you still eluded me.
Sensing my sorrow, Luna turned from yellow to blood red.
I closed my eyes to pray as every star in the sky fell like rain.
Releasing my tears to the universe lifted the weight from my shoulders.
I thanked the moon for absorbing my pain.
Travelling on a warm blanket of inner peace, I returned home.
In the morning, I awoke to find you right beside me.
And that night, I flew to heaven, held by the wings of your arms.

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Thank you Nolcha at Chewers by Masticadores for Publishing my Poems

4 Poems by Maggie Watson

The Forest

Thank you Dagmara at Spillwords for publishing my poem

The Forest

Threads of Words

(written April 2025)

My fingers are spindles.
I sew words to the page.
Coloured threads convey every stitch of thoughts
that finds its way onto the rich tapestry of my brain.
My lines are not the needle you search for among the hay.
I am an open book.
Each page is a memory lodged within
my mind or a wishful dream.
Sometimes, the spindles make my words bleed.
Crimson red stains the fibre of your being.
Salty tears make the fabric wet.
I only use two different spools of colour.
Red or black.
Beautiful butterflies never hover long enough to catch.
And I am but a moth wearing pain on my back.

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Poetry Treasures 5: Small Pleasures

Thank you so much to Robbie Cheadle and Kaye Lynne Booth for including four of my poems in this anthology.

I am honoured to be in this anthology among the other poets included.

DL Mullan, Barbara Harris Leonhard, Jude Itakali, Ivor Steven, Robbie Cheadle, Michelle Ayon Navajas, Gwen M. Plano, Elizabeth Gauffreau, David Bogomolny, Dawn Pasturino, Maggie Watson, and Colleen Chesebro share their own small pleasures in poetic verse.

Invisible Threads

(written April 2025)

Invisible threads have no rhyme or reason.
There is little point in questioning the reason
for their existence.
Invisible threads are complex.
Once tied by the hands of fate.
Sewn into the fibrous tissue of your skin.
Using scissors in an attempt to sever the connection
will never cause the thread to break.
Knots of pain will form with any resistance met.
And yet, those holding the thread will never meet.
Gossamer may stretch but cannot carry
the weight of love over land and sea.
The thread’s end is the lesson.
Expectation only causes hearts to bleed.

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Walking the Line

(written April 2025)

Pivotal moments stain with indelible ink.
Tramlines of pain carve wounds.
Would we choose to pivot if we could start over again?
Some scars never heal.
It is okay to feel.
Giving up is easy.
It takes courage to walk the line.
We survived.
The lesions on our skin are a testament
to our strength, we should display them with pride as
a badge of honour and a two-finger salute to those
who tried to destroy our lives.
I walked the line to reach this point today.
What the future holds, I cannot predict.
Father Time never pauses to reflect.
Within his hands, there is no gentle rocking.
Only the reality that the dash from birth will one day end.
On that, we can depend.

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Interview on Canvas Rebel

Thank you Michelle Ayon Navajas for the introduction.

https://canvasrebel.com/meet-margaret-watson/