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Ripples Replay....
in the absence of the moon
in tremulous steps
(treading cautious
with wounded bare feet)
footsteps echo down a corridor
resounding….
a reverberation of agitation
beyond the paint of alabaster
(white washed mask)
lay a bleak black spider crawl
slightly insidious…..
inside of tribulation
In blushing pink magnolias
see innocence slowly blossom
fresh faced and eager
like the face of a ripe peach
big eyed and blinking
in the devastation
see it silently fade
ripped from its skin
muffled screams
and half torn cores
steel tipped lashes…..
a cyclone tirade
unbeknownst and nocuous
winding downward
a taunting spiral
in a moment of recognition
slumber the eyes of him
clouds are always higher
than one clamoring soul
and small hands can reach
redemption hunted….
a never ending journey
swirling in a dry desert wind
where is the ghost of a half crescent
in the tumbleweeds and cactus....?
a quizzical quest for identification
A banshee wail of “who am I”
beyond the blinding rays
that shred these seeking orbs
if only roses still unfold
despite the mangle
of a steel toed tread
a thoughtless stomp
on delicate petals that weep
can there be restitution?
in the absence of the moon
in tremulous steps
(treading cautious
with wounded bare feet)
footsteps echo down a corridor…..
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