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Duckling on Black Soil during Daytime

A Year Ago

A Year Ago


the moats of your castles 
were those big round eyes
brownies shot projectiles 
piercing my blue skies

you dug trenches with blinks
thwarting my yearns and choices
countering lashes that sink
your eyes hugging other voices

try recall those starry nights
I was in left field
with my demons at fight
up against your shield

throw me no bat and ball
given no chance to come to the plate
it was easy to see me take a fall
pocket dreams of you is all I fate


and those brownies only read the cover
it hurts. not the pages of me to discover

connie pachecho

8/1/17
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August 1, 2017 at 5:04 AM
A lovely sonnet written for my heart. And a lovely picture of the little duckling. I often stop writing verses, Like the ugly duckling whe asked what I can do , I think I can see the poetry of the seasons, the poetry of your eyes and caress the grass of hope, feel the wetness of the sands from the sunrise and the sunset, and even see the wind as long as the leaves of time. But what's more important, I saw something wonderful in your lyrics.
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