Black Out Poem #1 Boots

Stories 
The drama
A journey 
Seas provide me patience
Grace
The perfect word
Not more boots
Just before we sailed
Making the journey
The gossip ship
My notes go on
Long limbs loosely jointed
Hollow bones
Where deep in there sockets
Hands with long fingers
By the tropical sun
Her hair
Very elaborately done
Her gold rimmed face
Foolishness
Noticeable was her voice
Dressed in black
She managed the mission
The journies 
Not without peril
She spoke
Dancing knowledge in my stories
Is not strange

 

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    on my bedroom dresser,
    demise blooms from cracked petals and dried stems,
    rubbing against a dusty glass vase. 

    each flower once flourishing and loved--
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    turn my swag on

    Live, Laugh, Love.
    The beautiful flowers of earth sprout from the seeded soil,
    The trees blow back and fourth with the rythem of the wind,
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