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Kendall Hurley Poem
Who am I?
Am I a figment of color
On a background of noise?
Am I an indecision?
What an I?
An idea lined by words?
Unknown.
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Kendall Hurley Poem
The black bird rests in the air
gliding over wasteland parking lot.
His wings flap once, twice
he opens his mouth to cry out
in the cold frigid air.
Glossy dark feathers shimmer
in the white sunlight of winter.
His looming shadow passes swiftly over ground
a contrast to sparkling iridescent snow.
Landing atop a lamp post
haughtily surveying the scene:
His kingdom is littered with remnants of human lunch
and cluttered by boxy cars;
the domain of the raven.
Unblinking eyes stare out into the woods.
His realm safe
he takes wing again, aloft in air.
The regal shape of bird flies off
in crisp sky.
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Kendall Hurley Poem
the world is not black and white
the world is many shades of gray
truth and lies can be the same color
everyone says that growing is hard
no one says that not growing is harder
life is a fusion of emotions and seeing
a mishmash of beauty and ugly
one must face the ugly
in order to see the beauty
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Kendall Hurley Poem
Is it ever really silent
in the light or in the dark?
Out in the white cold air,
the wind still whistles there.
Is it ever really silent
in your sleep at night?
Tumbling dreams rushing by,
as nighttime flies.
Can it ever really be silent
with little voices all around?
They chatter about in the stillness,
as life goes on, less and less.
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Kendall Hurley Poem
Blow the smoke from mortal eyes
Let them see what truly lies
Beneath the dust of human gloom
Burning flame, firing flies.
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