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Monthly Archives: October 2013
The Mirror
How did it happen? You stand on the ledge Staring, into yourself Suspended between truth and breath And oxygen fills your lungs Here I am. Rooted in my reflection One of a kind Trapped in time and space A slave … Continue reading
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Helpless Tears
The thorns pierce deep within the heart hurt upon hurt cut under cut incision. Helpless and weak drops of blood dance down your face your crimson anguish. My sin He bears my ridicule under the weight of condemnation. The path … Continue reading
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Enduring
The covert meaning grasped and held with lunar arms kept in scripted clouds suppressed to forget the voice I sense the peace of shed love. —————————– Written for Theme Thusrday
Autumn Contemplation
Nature turning back wash with ancient scarlet prayer Golden picture book ————- Written for A Haiku A Day
Lightning
Wild sunset furnace Crimson sky awash with fire cracks creations veil. ————— Written for A Haiku A Day
Autumn Wind
Cafes and absinthe afternoons dissolve in light Canyons of escape ————– Written for A Haiku A Day
Blanket
Stone walls with white mold fresh damp slowly growing old cold silent blanket. ————– Written for A Haiku A Day
Trash
There was an old man who had a bin and in it he chucked all of his sin mistakes and failures selfish behavior and a measure of doubt thrown in. ————————– A Limerick written for Poetry Jam
Card Games
Dealt on the table impossible to creep up your calm stomach churns —————– Written for A Haiku A Day