Cindy Cayton Poet Concrete

Mists Upon Narciuss' Glass

'an empty verse'
and empty hands
~understand~
The glass in hand
can drown out ten- 
thousand and ten;
Hearts, 
~an emptiness~
looking for
?
a 
f
l
o
w
e
r
$ . . . . . .
(Oh, Holy Nights) 
on bend-ed knee
enlightened to see,
Ten Drops from the glass 
 could drown myself, asking for a drink
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
I ponder the greatness of love
and then I let it go
 Hands, 
under the Masters hand
 * * *Romans 16:11***
* * *
A parade o'er
ParodieS
" ' Aneath' "
" 'The Table' "

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