Short Uncollected Poems

My day-brain opens its hamster cage;
mind finds its eyes. 
I am still downloading.  
I have a whole fictional life to remember,
otherwise,
 I might see myself as an unwritten poem.

Open-mouthed I wait, uncollected, 
for the drool of being....

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Wild, uncollected bouquets
Nature's artful, abundant glee
Beauteous grass-grown golden rays
Wild, uncollected bouquets
In perfumed, iris-purple haze
A kiss of green in white daisies
Wild, uncollected bouquets
Nature's artful, abundant glee.

4/28/19...

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I collect eyes. Burnt ones.
Of the last summer.
Arms chopped off. 
By a tide of sand.
Reflections of uncollected water. 
You, hunter of flowers…
Oh, wharves! 
Oh, sea goings! 
Winds in the sails of the white ships.
High wings.
The swelter of August swallowed you.

But today it’s September and the oval autumn.
And your voices I hear…...

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Pieced together thin slices
like a slivered moon
mosaic
cobbled snapshots of splendor and pain

Fractured glints of crashed boundaries
uncollected past dues
mingled souls’ shredded fabric
a patchwork insane

shimmered moonglow does knock on
your window each night
poke your nose through the fog
and unlock the safety chain...

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I collect eyes. Burnt ones.
Of the last summer.
Arms chopped off. 
By a tide of sand.
Reflections of uncollected water. 
You, hunter of flowers…
Oh, wharves! 
Oh, sea goings! 
Winds in the sails of the white ships.
High wings.
The swelter of August swallowed you.

But today it’s September and the oval autumn.
And your voices I hear…...

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