this moon comes once in November
the sweating chills
a rowboat spills a spot on the water
the cold a purple loom on my lips syncing
the frozen light pools on the mill
a glint gone suddenly
mill
spills
my sweating chills
this moon comes once in November
the frozen light pools on the mill
my sweating chills
Copyright © Paige Hind | Year Posted 2025
kiss moon
There's a young lady named paige.
Who kept her bird in a cage.
That bird was missing.
The cat sat grinning.
She said "Dad, I need your gauge."
Oh Kate
You never told me
It a grey feeling
Just a dismal hunch
Pretty Kate
Sweet Kate
Always there
Yes Kate
A gift for thee
There for Bram Flakes
There for schmear
There for ersatz food
Yes Kate
You taught me how
To enjoy ersatz food
Without grimacing
You were there.
We scarcely spoke.
I saw you poor
I tried to help you.
Forever high school Kate.
Pink monkeys and lingerie
Forever senior prom
Your eyes on the money.
Yes Kate
I shall miss you.
Texas friend, oh Kate.
Goodbye to the Lone Star.
Surfing and bodyboarding
The great white shark and Kate
Wondered what you did
California Kate the swimsuit lady
I forgave you for the drndls
With the cut outs - you made bikinis
You the confused friend, the lost sister
Kate oh Kate - goodbye.
A princess on earth
Blue eyes spilling grace
Of only her shell
This stone marks the place
As we sit somberly
Imagining her smile
It felt as if she had
Joined us a while
She's not really gone
Her light ever bright
She's in every sunbeam
Every ray of moonlight
A flower, a bloom
The scent of a rose
She's in every room
Right under our nose
She's the ring of the church bell
Snowflakes on your tongue
The wind in the leaves
a song perfectly sung
She is everything good
A perfect white dove
She is simply this
.... the meaning of Love
A poem to a man aired briefly on the Skype cam
Ignore the fliss and the flam
If you were here I would hold your sweaty hand
Untill I could hear the words you breath
Now relax a minute or two in your seat
There are so many things I have to share
A million miles or so since we have been there
A lot of memories for my mind to see
I awoke from a cold state of dreaming you was around
It was just a bunch of old memories that I had found
It was you there asking me if I could even make any sound
It was simple at that time I was surrounded by a dark gloomy cloud
I had simply shut the whole world out
And for that fact I slowly made myself a bet
That if our time I never wept
If our company never slept
I would hold this cold brew for you
I have a friend whom you might know as Paige
Her scent of lavender and sage
Her voice of laughter and joy
And though she may sometimes annoy
She is a great friend
And I hope that our friendship will never end
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