Its a little bit about my poetry fetish...a little about how I sometimes feel, a little about what I observe and a lot about nothing in particular. Its my vent, its my invent...its the one place where I don't lie..the one place where everything comes together as I want it to. Its my space. Its me finding my bearings away from home. Its centrally mine, peripherally yours. Welcome.
Monday, December 14, 2009
Mahogany lane, cream feather cloud
White picket fence, no dogs allowed
A turnstile green, a kissing gate
Red columbines, a cat called Cate
A walk to the river,a seat of rushes
One-legged swallow, a nest of thrushes
Baby's breath, Love in the mist
A blaring foghorn, nautical twist
A seashore prance, merperson she
Rocks riding waves, a storm-spent sea
Two ships sailing in the night
A distant call, one out of sight
A letter faded, a long lost scroll
A heart which gave, a body who stole
A dance forgotten by all but her
Evening of glitter, night of blur
Eyes of stars which stopped seeing
Time moved, life sang save one being
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