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Kim Anderson Poem
Wide-eyed and nerves clenching,
I await the vacancy that fills the page
As eraser smudges and blackened lead
Sear through stanzas left for dead
Leering on the verge of lines,
I hear the symphony come to a halt
Captive sounds unravel the thread
Burst at the seams like words unread
Jaw-slacked and brows upturned,
I fathom the launch of syllables
Drifting from my tongue to label
Sights and sounds recounted as tale
Calm despite gut-wrenching,
I watch the drumming of my fingertips
Fall into silence on the kitchen table
Like wounded soldiers, weapons disabled
Copyright © Kim Anderson | Year Posted 2011
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Kim Anderson Poem
In the old days, the sting of the pavement
Would cushion our bones while we ran
We'd tread the water until the waves meant
Nothing but curves and a pension plan
The clock would watch our eyes shift
From youthful mass to wrinkled mist
While seas of green rattled our feet
And blindness took hold of all we could see
With ebullient eyes we searched for hope
The grounds of ruin dictating all we spoke
Could you read us through an hour glass,
You'd say: Let us bleed onto our past
Let the cold pin us to the wind
Our words tear open before they can mend
Let our dreams shape us at last
Our failures subside, our dark memories lapse
Copyright © Kim Anderson | Year Posted 2010
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