Winter Blues
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Tears... how brittle in the ruin of this heart
Like dampened weeds burned into cinder ,
When maple trees turn ebon and droop
As laughing winds do not return… nothing moves,
Not even the sky in its hazy curves.
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I watch my own body… it becomes a stranger,
Melting into an anonymous phantom
That enters the dark through crushed wails…
But no one comes , not even a barn owl flapping
While a eulogy of sudden demise goes unsung.
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And midnight tears wash over me vanishing,
That I gaze at the maple leaves slowly astir
The way he would fix them in a vase, especially
On this our anniversary… but cry I must, alone
Waiting for a tender ghost-kiss to put me to sleep.
Re- posted 1/4/2018
Free Verse: Winter Blues Contest for Laura Loo
Copyright © Nette Onclaud | Year Posted 2016
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