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written by: Leanne Neill



Sudden stillness,
where usually
a constant roars.
Nothing even whispers;
whimpers of words,
impossibly strung.

Perhaps I've finally
polished all the pieces...

Only so many boulders
you can overturn
before left naked, exposed;
buried beneath an avalanche
of vulnerability.

Leanne Neill

Leanne Neill

Leanne Neill is a company director, mother of three, and a self-professed ‘composer of words'. She has over twenty years of experience in public libraries and local government. In 2016, she started her poetry and art inspired Facebook page: LUST for WORDS, and has since been published in many ezines and pages including Spillwords, Bymepoetry, including their WOMb anthology, The Scarlet Leaf Review, Blue Nib, Raven Cage, Husk Magazine, and US anthologies, Dandelion in a Vase of Roses and Warriors With Wings. Her first collection, Fine Lines and Unpolished Pieces of Me was published by The Australia Times in 2017. Her second poetry collection, Blue Lotus was released in June, 2018.
Leanne Neill

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