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I TOLD MY MOTHER -Poetry by guest author Steve Anc




The cloud may bestow blur

The moon may offer shadow

The sun may allot pain

The rain may lend ruin

The grass may offer gray

The grave may give grief

Let's look at none, but up


Even when—

Life opens like the petals of Alyssa

And folds as the flyers of Cassia

Let's look at none, but up

As—

It lends sorrow with a sac of shadow

Calls the door of devil's muck

And melt insight with delight

Let's look at none, but up


Even when—

It offers not romping nor laughing

Drinks our streams of hope

And steals the strength that keeps our faith

Let's look at none, but up







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I Told My Mother

by Steve Anc


Steve Anc is the son of Ajuzie Nwaorisa, a Nigerian poet. He is a poet with searching knowledge and deep meditation on universal themes, he is quite a modern poet in his adherence to language, and his use of metaphor is soul-searching.


Anc's works have been published in Open-door Poetry Magazine, Poetrysoup, Goodlitcompany, Voice From The Void, Our Poetry Archive, I Become The Beast, and Fire Magazine.


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