Short Unbruised Poems

Careless.........
.  the frail hand of longing
let s free the rose too soon,
unbruised.......
the forest immortal
succumbs to 
innocent
tears,
astonished
revelation......
blushing spring
flows forth
upon the slender
thorn
of 
time...

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Just to be free
I will take a chance,
Without a backward glance
To close the door and lose the key
That has been too oft used
To unlock memories better lost in the sea
Of forgetfulness. 

Just to be unbruised
From a lifetime of hurt
And from all the recorded grooves
Played and replayed like a concert
That never improves and always subverts
Any chance of happiness,
Or at least a peaceful armistice....

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My Heart Is . . .
Still ticking like a bomb.

Beaten like a dusty rug.
Still ticking like a bomb . . .

Unbroken; unwavering.
Still ticking like a bomb . . .

Not unbruised but
Still ticking like a bomb . . .

Not yet fatally wounded.
Still ticking like a bomb . . .

My Heart Is:
Strong but not hard,
 . . . still ticking like a bomb,
And safe in its own discontent.

My Heart Is still ticking like a bomb . . ....

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What if I'd never been born, never scorned,
What if there were a blank stage, unadorned,
What if I were a rose without a thorn,
An unbruised, free soul, untouched, untorn,
No joys or pains to tangle in my head,
An utter silence where no voice was led.
What if no dawn or dusk I had known,
No roots, no ground, no seeds were sown,
Just endless calm, no fear or fight,
A deep sleep, a boundless night,
Where knowledge rests, freely, and unplanned 
Neither blessed, nor cursed and damned....

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