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Stephanie Conn
Stephanie is originally from Newtownards, Co. Down but now lives with her family in County Antrim. She has taken a break from full-time teaching to spend more time with her young daughters and concentrate on her writing. She has been published in βSpeech Therapyβ.
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Possibility
by Stephanie Conn
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The crisp bit of a winter evening,
not quite felt -
The smoke rising with my gaze,
wavering toward heaven.
Yet the layer of dullness
Quoshes my quest.
For how can one soar with this heavy heart?
And I forget
That just below, beauty reigns.
The whisper of clouds, like feathers,
moving, still
beyond time, beyond place.
And higher still, a striking sight.
Pulsing red slivers surround
Its purple majesty, impinging
on this otherwise calm sky.
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