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Nash Reynolds Poem
Silvery tongue creeps past heated cheek,
Entangling the ear
So enticing
Promises of things coming
Of inevitabilities
Denial of impossibilities
It is owed
Slippery sliding, ever further, wrapped tight
It is owed
Listen
For the words keep you afloat
You cannot swim in these waters
You must
listen.
Or drown.
So.
It is owed.
It must be.
Copyright © Nash Reynolds | Year Posted 2021
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Nash Reynolds Poem
I don’t want to end.
The arrogance of thinking
this skin, heart, brain,
these lungs, eyes, hands and feet
Won’t become binding
Feckless thought
An inescapable limit that presses and chafes
Yet
A sad lack of wondrous faith with the in and out of being
To believe it will become dry, dull, depressing
Your curiosity waning
To a murmur, then blossom to hatred
Your self folding
To a mere shadow of gargantuan potential
Pathetic.
Take the risk
Say I
Curious fool,
Wanting for a thing not earned or deserved
A thing wretched and cruel
A thing glorious and towering
I want it.
Copyright © Nash Reynolds | Year Posted 2021
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