Cindy Cayton Poet Concrete

Finis

'an empty verse'
and empty hands
~understand~
The glass in hand
can drown out ten- 
thousand and ten;
Hearts, 
~emptiness~
'  '
looking for
?
a 
f
l
o
w
e
r
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    ''
      '
       ' '
       "
       "
      ,
     ',
    ',
        
(Oh, Holy Nights) 
on bend-ed knee
enlightened to see,
Ten Drops from the Glass
<  <<  < << < << < 

I ponder great  love
and then I let it go
(Boomerang)
 Hands, 
(the) 
Masters Hand
 * * *  * * *
* * *
A parade o'er
ParodieS
  "'atop'"
 "the Table" 

Inspired by a reply to comment: 3/6/2012

~ "Slowly Ascending The Steps Unto Once Upon A Times Familar Front Door~ 
Seems As Though But Yesterday When It's Newness Held Such Vibrancy, Colours & Laughter~ 
Love Filled The Hallways Leading Into Many Different Rooms; Some Were Hidden~ A Vacancy Sign Now Posted Upon The Curtainless Window; Inside My Heart~
 Sppring Melting These The Last Winters Remnants Of Snow Left Amid The Blizzard~ Winds
Whispering Through The Trees; Flowers Bending In This Their Wake~ With A Single Rose Sitting Atop An Empty Table Beyond The Glass, Aside A Note~ Time, Beckoning
From The Street; Leaving A Bottle Of Champagne At The Threshold~ Wrapped
With A Red Bow And Turning To Make My Way; Beyound The Rainbows." Love John!:)

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