How Some Poems Arrive
This time the poem
came all aflutter after
the sun hit high noon.
It spun like leaves do.
landing in the lilly patch
beside your new green
sprites stuck ankle deep
in odd haphazard places,
you spurning straight rows
which I agreed made sense
since it was green sprites
we were growing at this time
no matter what they
said.
June 11, 2015 3:09 PM
I arived with the wind
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I tried to stay
But it was just too soon
Like a shag carpet
On LSD
The leaves mooved
With syncronisity
It was just too much
I couldn't stay
Thought I would
Drop a line
As if to say
I dropped by
It was a trip
Have a good day
:os
Deletesome poems unaccountably spur otherrs; whether its the mood or the language or something Other, and often one has nothing to do with anything that came before. Apparently. =)
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She fled as soon as it got dark
one day before the soldiers came
heading north, traveling light
leaving regret behind
along with her old life
he woke to find her gone
and when the army came
because he loved her
in his loss he lied
and told them she had died
That's very well crafted. Thank you for sharing.
Deleteand thank you for reading, and being the inspiration, as skewed as it may have been. at this stage I takes what I finds =)
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