Now The Answers Will Come
FLOWN
Conscious cacophony stirs
like swarms of bees abuzz
whispers whaling
writhing in the wind
swirls an empty drainpool
vortex vacuum
where go they,
all them once within?
~ ~ ~
LACKING
I have no baubles
no bangles
no beads
I lack luster
I haven’t polish enough for you
(I am not without prejudice)
I am dwindling
I must Go.
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ADRIFT (2)
Whisky river
thoughts cascade
plunge against the rocks
splash misty vapors
feed starlit fog
all meander
struggle
find their way back home.
~ ~ ~
IVORY
When I see those keys
grey-stained and worn
gaily played but
never more,
I hear her sing
her song to me
and it is late
but ’tis not so
to think of her,
to hear her song,
one more time,
hear her sing.
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