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(written April 2026)

I scattered petals from my heart upon a frozen lake.

Then I waited.

The ice never cracked.

But what rippled under the surface was enough to hold

my gaze.

I never questioned why the lake refused to break open.

All I knew was that my soul insisted I stay.

The sun has set on many seasons.

The lake is still frozen.

And I am the last leaf of autumn blowing in the wind,

watching  as cherry blossoms skate.

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Thank you Juan Crivello for publishing my poem.

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DELICATE SOULS by Margaret Watson

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(written April 2026)

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Happiness was once a thread.

The umbilical cord of our existence.

Until, from the safety of our mother’s womb, we

were ripped.

Exposed to the light without a manual of instructions.

Still, we tried to make sense of it all while making mistakes

along the way.

As numbers crunch  and the sun begins

it’s descent on our years, happiness should not

be a thread based on any success.

But in the pride of the rope we chose to hold

fast when the storms of life broke our backs.

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Thank you so much Vicki Atkinson

My dear friend Vicki Atkinson posted a lovely review of Wildflower on her blog last week.

You can read it here: https://victoriaponders.com/2026/04/08/book-review-maggie-watsons-wildflower/

If you have a minute, please do check out Vicki’s blog!

I can also highly recommend her book “Surviving Sue”.

You can find my review of Surviving Sue here:https://poetrybymaggiewatson.wordpress.com/wp-admin/post.php?post=7381&action=edit

THANK YOU SO MUCH AGAIN VICKI!

TOTS OF JELLIES ALWAYS

(written April 2026)

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In life, we either stumble or fall.

I am not lost waiting to be found.

And if I were, you need not make an enquiry.

A stumble is only temporary.

To fall is to feel without the use of accessories.

No amphetamines to numb the pain.

Plunging headfirst into a nest of vipers, we absorb the venom.

Paralysis heralds an early death.

Only if we allow it.

In life, falling is obligatory.

None but a few will tell you how beautiful it is to rise.

I am not lost.

The view from here is far removed from what I have left behind.

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(written April 2026)

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I am a white rabbit.

Not an Easter Bunny.

Do you think I’m funny?

I blame it on the Mad Hatter.

His tea does not normally taste so good.

I felt so chilled after drinking it today.

And hungry.

I could eat a scabby horse.

Don’t they call that the munchies?

I did have a basket with eggs, I swear.

But I was robbed.

Held hostage.

Lie?

Me ?

Never.

I can explain the brown patches, but it may put you off your dinner.

Come with me.

After a shower, I will explain.

Hours later – I knew you would like the Hatter’s tea.

Come again?

Of course.

Admission is free.

A word to the wise though.

Never confuse Wonderland with the Rabbit Hole.

That is a dreadful place.

People visit there when they are sad.

Some never leave.

Everyone leaves Wonderland with a smile.

Why?

Here, we understand that being sad is not a crime or a disease.

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Thank you so much Gabriela Milton for this opportunity!If you would like to read the interview, please follow the link : https://literaryrevelations.com/2026/03/30/portrait-of-a-writer-maggie-watson/

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If love is blind, may we all close our eyes.

As we seek to find, allow us to stumble until we fall.

Into the safe arms of someone who will hold every piece of

our brokenness.

If love is truly blind, it will not dismiss any scars.

If time heals all wounds, then love must be the thread that

sews our broken pieces together again.

With a needle and thread, stitches of kisses, it applies.

Love is not blind, and beauty is only skin deep, never found on the

surface of any lake.

Love will always dive deep to find what is

worth keeping.

And, there, it will stumble upon more than reeds

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*this is an old poem.Ever since I began writing, I date my poems (no idea why) lol!

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