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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required One colored page at a time I touched the field of amber pleadings with eyes only sure enough to find that hidden light Long lost in the sea of forgotten grasses, brown from the sun, parched by a drought, exhaling diversions as I stand facing time, expecting faces to appear but hands caught the sorrow, passing it down to an earth that is baked and sore, thirsting for more, a longer plain in this universe Weeping cocoons snug in the brambles oblivious to what the outside wears, blend in with the endings slowly creeping awaiting metamorphosis as a tree falls, no noise, no energy for that Rooted in dismay, clogged by last season’s air, pausing only to capture one final view of the smoke stacks, brick faced commandos, circular spewing pillars where beneath wealth is created but eternity is shortened at wholesale prices Grey skies, a constant color palette pressing doom and gloom into the landscape, fitted like wedges, force fed in spoonfuls of ignorance Gathering place settings at my feet, stirring up dust, blurring the wishers wondering where the water went, as not even mud stands a fighting chance When on a hill I see them, the youth, our future, backpacks and bubblegum Marching to the beat of a new drummer, right, left, right left, neither somewhere in the middle Reading comic books about heroes, caped crusaders who will save the planet (that must be what the S stands for) one colored page at a time Holding balloons, once sagging, now inflated and reaching for a sun that still faintly shines through the curtains hung by those in denial, nice tapestries they shred in defiance and desperation, challenging destinies and fate, as if fact is nothing more than fiction, and fiction is something to be changed And I sit in the dirt, leaving my impression for that is all I have left, no questions that have not been asked, no solutions that remain passed over, just a wild hair out of place in this take all world as highways trickle across farm lands and corn fields are as barren as my stare But there is hope…there is always hope I hope
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