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    A short poem describes a woman home alone at night as the breeze enters through an open door. Though she initially thinks she hears something, she realizes it is just the wind and that she has been alone all along in the silent house. The poem explores themes of isolation, perception, and the imagination hearing things that are not truly there in the quiet darkness.

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    A short poem describes a woman home alone at night as the breeze enters through an open door. Though she initially thinks she hears something, she realizes it is just the wind and that she has been alone all along in the silent house. The poem explores themes of isolation, perception, and the imagination hearing things that are not truly there in the quiet darkness.

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    The Tittle-tattled

    A POEM, PROBABLY

    Judylyn D. Sacarez | whereabouts | July 18, 2019


    The lips were tightly twitched
    as if the lines were heard incorrectly.

    it wasn’t yet the time for the sun to rise

    but the breeze swept through the door of illumination.

    It knocked, even took few steps closer to enter.

    as the door swung widely open, the little feet shivered,

    An unintended welcome.

    There was silence.

    It was only the breeze who occupied the abode.

    And for all that she knew, she was all by herself all along.

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