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Three untitled poems, by Meme Suznavick

Updated: May 17, 2022

Picture of Beauregard the cat, by Meme Suznavick.

I want to run

I want to flee

Like my mind runs

Inside my head

I am confused

I thought I know

Yet I don’t

I want to walk for hours

down lanes searching for answers


I know not where to begin.


Pressure on the lips

She is sweet as the fruits of life

He bends down and picks.


It’s hard to explain feelings

In words on paper.

It’s strange to show affection through the

Ink of a pen.

Yet, to feel ones voice

To hear ones smile

Is all the explanation I need to touch.

Meme Suznavick has taught Social Studies for 31 years. She still enjoys developing the best potential in the students she teaches. She resides in Snow Hill with her husband and enjoys gardening, and reading.

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