Category: My Work
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Away
Away What did you see when you were away? Different visions from those You left behind? Scenes shaped By what your dreams foretold And molded into dreams-come-true? For your sake, I wish it were so. But I suspect that what you saw Was just an illusion Or that the veil of time has clouded it…
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Five Most Recent Pieces – Tap on this link.
These are my five most recent pieces. Click on any title to view.
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Mediocre Verse
Mediocre Verse I wish that I were other than A writer of paltry prose And mediocre verse In hopes of making something Uniquely mine and mine alone. I aspire to more than I am able All the while trying to scale heights That others have so masterfully conquered With apparent ease. It is a humbling…
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Words – Definition & Meaning
Words – Definition & Meaning I have a great fondness for words Words that spit venom Injecting poison in every syllable Until it freezes heart or breath And words that carry soft caresses To gentle uneasy hearts To bring calm to troubled souls Putting them at ease Words depend on context To…
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Words – (Rated X)
Words – (Rated X) I hold these words within my hands Lightly touching, and caressing Trying to foresee where they will go, How far they will carry me in their wake. And what shore they will cast me on. I feel their texture through fingertips And a subtle structure beneath their surface, A subtle…
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Smitten
Smitten Perhaps you had me where you wanted me to be But you certainly had me where I wanted to be It was a mutually beneficial arrangement. I was not so much trapped like a fly in a silken web But a hummingbird lured to hidden nectar Drawn by the scent of something sweet. There…
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Origami Undone
Origami Undone INSTRUCTIONS I unfolded the origami Only to discover That I could not refold it As it should. The instructions were lost Or in some other language. Creases and wrinkles appeared Where none existed before. All attempts to reconstruct This complex thing Fold by measured fold Resulted in chaos And became a mockery Of…
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Lorelei
Lorelei Too much, too much. I cannot see for seeing so much of you. You are the heart of a precious stone Where Iβve gazed too long And cannot look away. Things that call for my attention Go unheeded. Things that I must do Lie by the roadside, undone For my need of seeing you.…
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When We Cry
When We Cry When we cry, Where do the tears come from? Yes, Yes, I know. They come from the eyes. But what secret reservoir Of sadness or grief Or unbridled happiness Lie behind the eyes To store up drops And then let loose such a torrent When occasion deems it right or proper Or…
Palimpsest 