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Silent, midnight thieves Fear the tattling crackles Of brittle brown leaves.
Clouds of faded linen lie Draped loose to line my sides. I skid behind those auburn skies Then cry as night’s brightest prize… Perhaps you might realize…… Read more “Speckled Pearl”
From the setting of the sun to the rise of her twin I think on only one, Helpless, spaced in. With every faint twist and slight turn…… Read more “Twin’s Setting”
Painting life is difficult As the poet’s end result Never satisfies his dream To make each rendered visions seem Tangible. *** In his mind, it’s colorful Clear,…… Read more “Poet’s Paint”
One chilling winter gust ran forth In shaded frost’s embrace. A road laid stone where hooves once tread On through this bitter pass; Oh, no eye or…… Read more “Blank Road”
Creaking, crumbling wood underfoot Made known the man’s curious stride. The door that smelled of paint and soot Held secrets, a mystery lied. He first heard snickering,…… Read more “It Killed the Gentleman”
Vapors of sweet and simmering scald The porcelain pot screeches and spouts A stream of sugar smells that called All to savor her, all noses and snouts……… Read more “Tea Treat”