Cut (short)

Was it stain intended, my pen lay against the parchment

Vitriol, incision screwed, filet heart bare, an open wound

Or saw teeth jagged, clawed and snagged against my hand,

Sliced thrice, what price, words precise, profundity avert?

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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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Quotidian

they have passed here
every morn lo thirty years
in the winter each breath
unfurls a flag of moistened mist
in the summer flapping loose their
ragged shorts and thin worn slippers
nary give a nod a neighbor for
better friends there attached by leashes
them the same never mindful of the season

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Outdated

clothed in darkness

slippers stead of sandals

the dew yet wet upon the lawn

gray hair rustles without her comb

paces direct ahead save

an alerting gaze askance a chance

another may she encounter

back home

seeing none save her paper awaits

to find the news of Yesterday

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