Short Limned Poems

Some did escape the poems
to hold the book in hand
on soft, quiet, sunlit afternoons;
turn over crisp new pages
dip into the writer's mind.

They were the lucky ones.
Others, bound in verse
were oft limned dark, and cold,
as was the author's want.

Reflections of his damaged soul....

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HORSE


Hell-bent stallion muscles led the mustangs through the plain,

On their heels rode hard a hired man –his job to rope the best--

Rearing high the stallion—urging speed as autumn winds dance thru his mane.

Sheets of lighting limned silhouettes as they pounded toward the west--

Enchanted now the man reined in—this day let beauty rule his breast....

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Listen to poem:

Their fiery blossoms swayed against the sky
In breezy weather and Mama and I
played games, describing how
the long, gold-tipped pistils wrote,
on air, sweeping pollen poems.
No eye that saw could help but read.
Their blooms were red against the green,
And in the early morning wet we deemed
We saw the blood of homegrown heroes,
Who died for duty, deftly limned ---
Dreams to occupy two minds
That loved the moves, in wind,
Of red hibiscus past their primes....

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