People always say they miss the green
the greenest green they ever had seen.
Well I'll tell you
I missed it too,
when I thought all I would know
were things that would never see snow-
But when I returned to the green
the greenest green I ever had seen,
I had forgotten what lurks beneath
and what worlds can crawl up inside
-a dainty sheath.
And then I spent a year seeing green as terror
And as a constant reminder of my folly and error.
Tickle your toes. . .
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as I left the waterfront and I climbed up the sandy stair as always his brothers were first; to greet me. I've had past dealings with th...
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There are holes in these walls and someone is pounding away making new ones. A little girl with a bell hammer smack smack smack She only ban...
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I thought it would be fitting to do an original of mine, but one of it's earlier drafts. I have recently reworked this poem so it includ...
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Eyes and skies a fuzzy crystal blue. A sunlit shouldered sensation and smirking hips and lips without vibration a scorched summer driveway ...
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Empty lines- Now there are not enough notes- and I am missing notes- I am missing your notes too much time passing two, three, four, five to...
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secret fancies don't really bother me, alright? but know that once you tell me I become either like a turtle and snap my smile...
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This is just a short note from me to inform you that after my extensive monthly study and subsequent written exploration of Psalms and Prove...
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