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Chris Conn Poem
The sense of restriction dismisses all other senses.
Copyright © Chris Conn | Year Posted 2021
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Chris Conn Poem
march indecisive
morning frost to sun and rain
crocus hesitates
Copyright © Chris Conn | Year Posted 2023
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Chris Conn Poem
Love: a sharing of spirit.
A splitting of image.
The content of thriving.
The end of ending.
Copyright © Chris Conn | Year Posted 2022
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Chris Conn Poem
eye can't keep it still
the taste of ample moorings
anchors plunging thirsts
Copyright © Chris Conn | Year Posted 2021
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Chris Conn Poem
a bellith ringing
a siren screams in the wind
lilith pulls the string
Copyright © Chris Conn | Year Posted 2021
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Chris Conn Poem
Living is a pleasure; Insanity, a privilege?
Copyright © Chris Conn | Year Posted 2022
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Chris Conn Poem
falls raindrops reaching
bitter cold grips my fingers
winter takes my hand
Copyright © Chris Conn | Year Posted 2023
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Chris Conn Poem
Ship shape
I wake
Sun rise
Rub eyes
Set sail
Kiss gale
Boat rides
King tides
Big bite
Fish fight
All day
We stay
Reel in
Blue Fin
Clear sky
Gulls cry
June day
My way
Sun set
Feet wet
Reach shore
Back sore
Now dine
White wine
Great times
Wind chimes
Night falls
Sleep calls
Star light
Good night.
Copyright © Chris Conn | Year Posted 2022
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Chris Conn Poem
without a menu
leggy waitress spinning round
silken table cloth.
Copyright © Chris Conn | Year Posted 2023
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Chris Conn Poem
There was an old barfly named Girty,
Her body and breath filthy and dirty,
She'd stink up the place
With no shame on her face
While she farted when feeling quite flirty.
Copyright © Chris Conn | Year Posted 2022
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