ink
spilled
spoiled
splintered
splattered
searching for a page
where nothing may be Writ
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Intercession
One day walking hand-in-hand along the shore they discerned a bubbling up, albeit vague, nebulous, nevertheless an orenda it was that gave them pause, cause to feel they came together to make a difference in this place.
At the edge of the water, in the majesty of the sunset with her hand taken in his, a mutual stirring arose and by silent wonder their eyes were directed toward the heavens.
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Festinate
now them roar
red light shadows
scurry ere the dawn
incite growling dogs
and rousting sparrows
race destined for a place
where if they could
they wouldn’t Be.
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Respite
Pause
to ponder
day diminished
‘neath majestic oak
winter bare thine leaf
where goes no shade,
dreary
dank
damp
here I cooled
mine restless heart
when warm and
overflowing
bursting
yet it yearns
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