Shallow Windows

By dawn's early moonlight 
Visual trance hides divine
In Burrow Whither Falls 
Where strings denial hangs tight  

River’s less than  decay  
Laughter’s final descent  
Striping comfort torn wide 
Through red sector waking 

Puddles fear them coming 
These live’s who burn away  
Running backwards full smile  
Drunk on honey and gin 

Cherry trees held vacant  
Around daunting screams Spring’s 
Wedding gift two who’s love 
Forgot headon embankment 

Centers inner matter 
Stricken beside forest’s
Hotel sanctum hatred  
Sharing reaps sow Whisper 
-Forever
Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

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April 12, 2018 at 5:19 AM
Such a lovely poem Mark!!! Enjoyed reading... All the best to you!!
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April 1, 2018 at 12:57 PM
Hello Mark, I can see everything happening in this poem, in my imagination. A beautiful poem. Have a nice day my friend.
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April 2, 2018 at 6:10 PM
Yes i did.
Miller  Avatar
April 1, 2018 at 4:26 PM
Thank you very much. I was wondering if anyone would get it? You did.
Miller  Avatar
March 29, 2018 at 2:35 PM
Well, that's the full truth. They're not the dead walking, I am. I found that poems are useless if they're not about discover---recover. Now take that.
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