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Jadora Lynch Poem
North pole, South pole
parallel lines.
Sugar and spice,
our noses collide.
English and arithmetic
are both forms of language,
but we don't speak
in common tongues
needed to define.
Darkness, sunshine,
city and grass,
Water and vinegar,
digressing off the map.
Psychology is a science,
and music takes soul,
but our hearts don't mesh
like our bodies do
at the 4 a.m. toll.
Copyright © Jadora Lynch | Year Posted 2008
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Jadora Lynch Poem
Hair was jet black
in November.
By December,
was fading back to brown.
Hair has caramel streaks
now in April.
You don't know,
but I bet you'd like it.
Now that the black's washed out,
the ends curl again.
Just like they did in September.
Hair was real short
in November.
Now I don't know
how long it's gotten.
In April,
hair seems longer from a distance.
I haven't been able to see up close,
but it's better than October.
I bet you know I like it.
Copyright © Jadora Lynch | Year Posted 2008
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Jadora Lynch Poem
Of a different time,
I’m sure I’ve been left behind.
I’d rather have been left,
all the souls I could have met.
They’re no longer here,
well some are, but
their end is near.
What will become
of all of us,
when morality we cannot trust?
I refuse to understand,
understand today.
The things some people say,
the way young people play.
How is nothing sacred?
And music full of hatred?
To know the love
of a swing song,
to be back where I belong.
To see things in black and white,
I think that’s when I’d feel right.
Please bring me back to the place,
where things just started to become fast paced.
I know I’ve left behind a trace
of where I’m from, just in case,
I could go back to how I lived.
It’s not certain if I ever did.
But in my thoughts I sang at night
in a lounge with smoke,
and dim lights.
My vintage heart won’t let me stay,
but I’m stuck here, in today.
Copyright © Jadora Lynch | Year Posted 2008
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