Withdrawn,
For stead
old promises
vows of yesterday dimmed,
Foreclosed.
Directed by the wind
and destiny’s hand?
~ ~ ~
Always?
Why must there always be
a little “Never” in “Always?”
All
He hath struck me whimsy to no excess,
suspended me ‘neath sun-starched rainbows,
shod me with laces loose and forever soles,
laid down no spurs, no ties to divert me,
and Trusts me assured when shadows lengthen,
will ease me gentle down the Tracks.
~ ~ ~
Splotch
ink
spilled
spoiled
splintered
splattered
searching for a page
where nothing may be Writ
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