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Tony Knox Poem
i call his name, flowing silk that slips away.
a faceless voice whispers on the breeze.
i embrace the sound, wave its bouquet like a wine,
and touch it with my tongue.
i clutch it in my hands like running sands through my fingers.
and it lingers for a moment and is gone.
Copyright © Tony Knox | Year Posted 2025
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Tony Knox Poem
i sit alone and wait to see you again,
eyes weary from my vigil.
neighbors' rustling reminds me
of the world passing by,
but nothing distracts me
from the prison of thought.
in my mind i am lonely,
in the crowd even lonelier.
but the color i see
in this stale black & white
is that of your eyes
miles away from me,
the blue sky under which
i stretch and dream.
and in that blue i am held.
until the dawn i will wait
and strike matches to keep me warm,
and curse them when their fires die,
because they are not you.
Copyright © Tony Knox | Year Posted 2025
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