Category: poem
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The painting, Dimly lit by moonlight, Rests uneasily on the floor Where he crouches to examine Its brash swirling colors Mixing, If not in complete harmony, Then in anticipation of some unifying melody Yet unheard. Captivated by the picture’s unruly play He runs his fingers across its jagged surface Sculpted from rough brushstrokes and The…
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There once was a day When the season, in a transitional mood, Offered up a morning draped in October’s chill Followed by an evening enlivened with a more temperate atmosphere. Naturally, Such mixed signals Caused copious confusion Amongst the local population Who expressed their befuddlement Through the shedding of Colorful sweaters, adorable mittens and stylish…
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Recalling first impressions, Like the cigarette smoke languidly drifting from her lips, Ephemeral wisps Reflected in a pair of Bright eyes, beckoning To share a private exchange. Within the surrounding chatter Their conversation flows freely As the hours slip by And they are alone in the back garden, Sipping another round, Passing the joint between…
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What lingers in my mind More than anything Is an ambiance Of low light & lace curtains, Revealing a stray glimpse of the outside world; The ink on her arm Where I run my fingers; A sense of connection, Fleeting perhaps, Yet forceful enough To ripple through memory All these years later. Originally published in…
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Embrace doubt. Revel in questions, While being wary of answers And avoiding catch-all prescriptions. Most essentially: Ignore idealists with simple answers (For their visions always ring hollow in the end). Originally published in Down in the Dirt. Image by author.
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