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Mind wanders into the hollow escapades of the past. As words stumble, crumble, splattering in figments onto the parchment. Scattered, scrambling together to form a coherent set of lines. Freeze paned, lead hovers ready to cross, scratch out. Pink embraces paper as the words scream out before they vanish, like they never lived. A sense of calm fills the air as gray slowly dances across the white horizon. Mdash; Leave a comment.

Specks on mirrored sky linger in my mind from time to time. They fade over the horizons, into depths and sail away. But i would beg them please to stay. You in your dieting rooms,. Bones attached to pews,. And frames of empty spaces. You move like drifting smoke,. From candle and from moon,. But never to finger or touch. Give me something to light,. For I want to feel your dance. And when the night calls forth,.

Poetry, writings, photos, and more. On October 19, 2010 by dustus. The One That Got Away. On July 16, 2011 by dustus. I loved her, honest. Warm shoulder, face, soft eyes. Mostly imagined, as well as initial. Rats make for a stupid hat. Benighted cotton balls, human. No airline cruising bag of nuts. Nor fearing yawlps from elephants.

Rally Award-Perfect Poet Week 27. The Celebrate Poet of June Award Plus Poetry Community Award. On March 20, 2011. To please a spl frnd. N so he says to tell all things untrue. Tats all i can do. N so i tink of wat i can say. Till he rips it off.

My pet dragon and his best friend Emily insisted. Look up there, one of the students pointed. Is it safe for these children.

Thank you for taking time to read the material posted here. I would be pleased if you could comment, and I promise to comment back. Saturday, May 21, 2011. The sound of the train traveling over. Tracks reminded her of her legs. Pumping, rocking back and forth. On a fancy foot rest of metal - a. Legs with strong muscles - a. Thimble on her thumb pushing cotton. Over metal and then - sound stops. Out of her window from her seat. On a train she view hills, meadows,.

She opened a sleepy, bleary eye. And peered at the clock so near. And saw the darkened, overcast sky. And a thought became quite clear. She would call in sick and stay in bed. And sleep for the whole day long. Nothing would move her, nothing, she said. In her bed she did belong. She dreamed of a creature with three toes. Upon awakening off she ran.

Saturday, 14 April 2018. He who pays the piper calls the tune. The music starts to play and so we dance;. We jerky marionettes on barb-wire strings;.