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Mylinda Rives Poem
Hexed window swing devil swang, opening for derelicts that look out a black
and tortured sky’s howling wind, pain so great that the house creaks
and groans, moving now and then.
Father has a mind to kill himself, yep, he isn’t insane of course, just living among zombies.
I tend this ageless man with Alzheimer’s, wondering where he has gone.
I have patience for a patient who won’t wake up despite being fed stories,
spreading the word of hope that help us cope.
I was bullied by birds that feast as one with no pecking order in gouged out
eyes belonging to others.
Friends of the night are stranger by the day.
Everyone was fainting away from stench, the land of breath having
unnatural breathing.
The end we sought has decay of lying about the rotten truth when the living
come by chance far and few between roads of ruin.
The End.
Copyright © Mylinda Rives | Year Posted 2018
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Mylinda Rives Poem
Ice pile up on window rubbed away.
Sun tasting isicles, drips on sips today.
It may pass May but bitter cold will not relinquish its hold
on bouquet of snow fakes frozen outside.
With a kiss,
lips seal spring of winter green bliss when parting tree bough
red bow heavy cardinal.
Like a card greeting you,
jay laugh out loud, blue wing fowl encouraging smile.
Ever more do snow haunt of grave frolic,
as babies with colic cry,
Squalls whimpering to die as raven fly.
The End.
Copyright © Mylinda Rives | Year Posted 2018
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