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Traces

She never knew That convoluted love The push and shove Together but alone It changes things While she stands still Waiting for the dawn To bring her back to life Fresh as morning dew Or her bitter tears When he said goodbye Her forever love That lasted a night And left her wanting A certain … Continue reading Traces

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Forged Mettle

We scaled the castle walls In shining armor Glistening in the sun Heavy as a sigh Resplendent even With aching bones And a cunning guile That belied our position As arrows flew Wild and rampant Clattering to the ground Like an avalanche In fits and starts While we stood above Banners waving In the oncoming … Continue reading Forged Mettle

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Salvation Blues

It’s standard practice This give and take Like salvation blues Thrumming in my soul Such a simple thing This running away To stand still Lost in thoughts Better left unsaid Caught between the melody And a slamming door The fragmentary dream Like puzzle pieces Sliding into place With a unique rhythm Lost in translation Measured … Continue reading Salvation Blues

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A Glance

Such strong words A hazarded glance Rife with meaning Denigration implied An easy mark Tilted off-center Straightened for show Like binding ties In a fitful dance Perfect expectation Of lost days Spent in shadow Where we stumble Where we fall In jilted lines That spread wide Then collapse In misunderstanding That loving hate Like liquid … Continue reading A Glance

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The River

The river takes aim Sliding slickly through On its way out to sea It follows the winding path As it meanders downhill Fish along for the ride They swim valiantly against The churning waves Desperate to go upriver But forced into the slide The water is pale gray As it carries silt and sand Through … Continue reading The River

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When I’m Old

When I’m old I want to be vibrant To sparkle with life Not wither and fade Like weather vanes In a dry season I want to still dream These young man’s dreams To fall and rise again As persistent as time With its staid patterns Yet random in places Where you can find me Never … Continue reading When I’m Old