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Craig Ingram Poem
Dark;Dark;flick:the contrast is stark
Domain and shadows are ever turning gray
They will soon outlive their stay
Form,and color slowly give way
Wait,I wait for that suns first ray.
The sound is that of a meadowlark
He is bidding farewell to the passing of dark
Could it be?Oh could it,be the first ray?
The window catches it,andkeeps it at bay
It will catch as many as it can and make them stay
It enters its job for the day
Copyright © Craig Ingram | Year Posted 2007
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Craig Ingram Poem
The thoughts of spirits at night ,bring chilling fear.
The wind blowing,or is it the spirits showing there near.
They ride the wind not knowing where they come or where they go.
Your hair standson end as the wind decides to make the leaves dance a show.
You hear a whisper coming from the wind as it rushes through the trees.
My insight tells me its two spirits chatting like the mating of two bees .
We all get that feeling that there is someone behind us ,and we take off in a dash.
Maybe were not so paranoid,especially if the wind is blowing,but we do not know
where they come from or go in a flash.
Copyright © Craig Ingram | Year Posted 2007
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Another broken branch in the fork of the tree.
I thought our bond was strong enough to withstand the curiosity.
I find you have cracked the fork so delicately.
Why else would you lie to me?Because of misguided jelalousy?
It hurts,the pain,friendship set a blaze,hurt you see.
Because your selfishness didnt want to tell me she was free.
Always there will be a cracked fork in the tree.
Our frienship will be forever cracked partially.
Copyright © Craig Ingram | Year Posted 2007
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