Introspection Pantoum Poems

Clouds bursting on clouds from the uncured rain,
Where stemmed wicks snuff out flower smoke,
Fissures that droop so much deeper—
The air full of seed will burn...

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With patience slow down the loss of youth,
it will inevitably get here soon enough;
Live in the moment black sheep rebel!
As you did, as you would,...

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Clothes hang prickly and wild—
The kind diamond smell of her
Spreads in a blocked out sky's room,
Faint earth in bursting skeleton bones.

The kind diamond smell of...

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As the door's brass knob aches—
Where winter season holders twist;
A new bloom in her child's frame—
Outside in my heart throb away.

Where winter season holders twist,
By...

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Oh what power, you little quockerwodger;
Your show’s replay combats lethophobia; 
One move leaves the audience curmurring,
the curtain falls they remain spellbound;

Your show’s replay combats lethophobia,
every...

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Birds scrubbing the winter's time,
Traded in the cold for so long,
As the first rhythm of spring makes the rain—
They sing in as they drop ostracizing...

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Night's descent with heaven's catharsis
Of white cold's drug for the dark;
Even whirls of flaking bits loveliness—
Winter's fresh, ice only shower.

Of white cold's drug for the...

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Snow's mysteries withheld in a caress cloud sky— 
For only she knows her swirling mimes fear melt;
Mercury rigid, cold— night child feels no breath;
Surely there's...

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It seems the rain is coming fast for me again—
The winter ice is drenched with more space to freeze;
Before and behind shadows, the clouds blind...

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The moon parts ways with the clouds
For a taste of tender alley light—
Where lamps glisten like caged fire,
In the mouth of the maiden dark.

For a...

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As sleet beats the midnight morning,
Through ice specks and fallen leaves' dust,
With Winter's drought yet colored by
A phantasm's war in my skies.

Through ice specks and...

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When frost moves down my window sill—
The night's ghost blowing soon snow;
In my dreams, this phantasm's strain—
At morning, will night seem long ago

The night's ghost...

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The unconscious glitter in branches draws out
The partial moon after dark;
She comes to grips on its side—
Her other night, inspired.

The partial moon after dark—
Staring at...

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Too busy looking into mirrors of old 
to be present and joyous today;
Wild wind is blowing the Sun’s shining 
you’re stuck in a room with...

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Writing poetry's a talent gifted to a few,
whereas compatible thoughts are compared.
And well-chosen words pave pathways anew  
as emotions and experiences are shared.

Whereas compatible...

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