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Best Poems Written by Lorraine Ferns

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The Red Kite

The red kite
flowing, blowing, gliding

soaring
red and pulsating
in the wind

playing, cradling, cascading

then
the wind takes it

sometimes
down

sometimes
headlong
ready to collide

at other times
upward

like a crimson, soaring bird
floating on air

triangle wings racing
not wanting to stop.

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Different Strokes

books, all in row - squeezed
together; like on the bus

different            stories

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Another Day

city - day
bustle, exhaust, fumes
moving on...

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Alone

the stairwell so steep
the lights are dimmed; so dark

it's a hard climb

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Playing With Words

juxtapose, so long
winded to say – it means? You

and me               side by side?

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The Call

sitting on a bough

singing his song of romance

the mockingbird calls

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The Lizard

liquid quick, he moves
so fast, his tongue a dart, the

lizard finds refuge.

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Star So Bright

there is a large star

that shines so bright; way up there

what if I follow…?

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Restoration

He chips, he adds, he prolongs,
the dust from years past
blows away, blows into the nether
world of reality. Reality is! Everything
must go through the decaying and, slow aging 
process. It catches up         with us all!

As I look into the mirror - another line; 
another truth, etches its way onto my flesh
my slowly decaying flesh of life.

He has to chip slowly at the wall
It is delicate! Must be handled with - 
extreme care. The dust catches his breath
he coughs, then stops and surveys his work

I stay a while checking my skin 
my reflection now making me sigh.
Whatever? I check my teeth. Shrug
and then just brush the moments, the 
thoughts away, but I never get it all

Not with just a brush!

He uses a mortar and pestle
and a special, delicate kind of brush.

His day is over – my life goes on
as usual!

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Empty

the band is playing
thumping bass, packed forum; but

loneliness grips here…