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Cold

A hollow whistle

  Deeply penetrates my soul

A sound so haunting

  I scratch my nose

Cold hard sound

  Penetrates my brain

As a crow flies

  Looking for gold

Among the waking

  Narrowly escaping it's

Tragic hold at

  The crossroads of

Life and Death


Mist

a ghostly mist

  rises from dirty

    piled up snowplow

      leftovers as it

        steadily rains

          I wonder if

            Some soul

              Should arise

And see me here

    What they'd think

        of this mist?

  Gray

A gray day

  gradations of gray

    degrees of gray

      A cold day

        collision, dismay

          zero and windy

            A snowstorm

       field of white corn

   popping through

       fresh hot manure

Three G's

Graceful as a fish

  Amongst the coral

    In deep blue seas

 

Grateful as a flower

  Receiving a drop

    Of clear water

 

Gracious as a field

  Of green grass

    In the morning dew



Staring at words

Staring at words

on the page

Think on it, what does

the word mean?

Do any words have

any real meaning alone

by themselves?

Alone as they are, they only

make sense if

you know what I meant

to say and that I said

what I meant

to say, sadly.


What I've Become

I used to be music

  Bubbling, bouncing, beautiful

    Now I am silence

      Listen to be still

I used to be a clock

  Who told time

    Now I am time

      Who tells clocks

I used to be shallow

  Hollow and dull

    Now I am the blade

      Sharp and cutting

I used to be around

  In case of any need

    Now I am abound

      With fear, envy, greed



Without

Without words

I long to say

What I feel

In my heart

 

Without my eyes

I see

What I missed

In your touch

 

Without a clue

I found

All I've longed for

Captured by your spell

 

You made me come alive

In your arms

I fell and spun

A cocoon of love

 

Now I metamorposize

Into a butterfly

So frail and fragile

See me fly

 

Up to the sky

With a single breath

Spoken

From one heart to another

"LOVE"

Is all you said

And it made me fly

Into your open heart

 
   
 

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