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Through the Mesh
My back porch has become my friend
better than the rest.
It lets me sit in silence for a while, facing west.
here I see the sunset
and the weeping willow cry,
Here I am alone, myself. Where I can laugh or cry. -
Walls
I think I’ve hit a wall.
Maybe it’s a nice brick wall.
Because I am so tired of looking at everyone through a screen.
I think my hands have forgotten how rough a surface can be-
I only ever touch a smooth surfaces now. -
Covfefe Fefever
Covfefe.
You know…
That virus thing.
I can’t explain it- but its already big.
To make sure Covfefe does not spread,
There are some things you should do instead:
Wash your hands all the time with soapfefe- its great! -
Is that the Horizon?
I see the end in sight
Its dim but it is there-
A hazy mess of light
A question mark is there.
Please let the fog be lifted
From this banned that’s placed so long
Please have the questioned answered -
Snippets of life 2020
Quit procrastinating, there's still work to be done
Unleash the power of baking upon the world. When will the muffins be ready?
About time I was let in from the Zoom waiting room -
Colors of a Candel- A Pantoum
Stiching blue and purple light
In between a candle
Neddle hot with wax and fire
And colors burning gold.
Inbetween a candle
Are the secretes of the sky
And colors burning gold
are the whispers of the night
Loves
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"We can"
Every day is new.
With every possibility,
Every day can change.
So why shouldn’t we change?
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Bug
Contrary to popular belief, I’m not a bug, at least, not a common pest like moths or ladybugs, or god forbid spiders. I’m graceful, or as graceful as your children’s book describes me, and I have class.
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Haunting Hands
As the Cold feeling Spreads
Sends Shivers down the Spine
The Fear and Worry Pushes Through
But in this Frigid touch
Is the sense of Remebrance
The Sense of Love
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Dancing Leaves
Its Hard to Resist
When Seeing a Pile of Leaves
It Becomes irresistible
Jump into the Heep
Leaves are swirling
The Pile is no more
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As the Crow Lands
As the Crow Lands on the Grave-
Black secrets stir in every face;
A fountain in the moonbeam riven—
Spend her gone like an adversity.
The Graves began to Multiply
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Writers Block
Normally words flow right out
Normally thoughts come running
Writing it down
Before they can run away
Sitting now
Looking around
Nothing running