The Hour Is Late
...A blank mind, focusing on disappearing pages.
A pen looks for a rewind, taking back mistakes of the ages.
Yet nothing is swirling, nothing comes to thought.
An empty hand curling, with words th...
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Categories:
sation, writing,
Form: Rhyme
The
...it's just the fascination, runnin' -
a way with me...
the start the turn the on the warm
the rev the run the front the storm
the moves the smooth the kinetic the peel
the center the taste the e...
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Categories:
sation, life, love,
Form: Couplet
To Dark Eyes Dreaming
...Dedicated to Zilpha Keatley Snyder author of a poem by the same name, I will print
it here.
Dreams go fast and far these days.
They go arrayed in lights or
In the dust of stars.
Dreams, thes...
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Categories:
sation, children, peace
Form: Light Verse