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David Mohn Poem
An innocence we used to know
As morning dourly turns to night
Entombed beneath an ashen snow
A cell phone yearning for hello
With hopes of answer growing slight
An innocence we used to know
Within a stampede’s torrid flow
Bifocals lost in jostled fright
Entombed beneath an ashen snow
A playbill from three days ago
Once read with wonder and delight
An innocence we used to know
Pillars raised in commerce glow
Now broken pencils thrown in spite
Entombed beneath an ashen snow
So many hearts in fervent throes
So many souls in heaven’s sight
An innocence we used to know
Entombed beneath an ashen snow
Chopped - Poetry Contest
Including:
Playbill dated 08 Sep 2001
Cell Phone
Broken Pencil
Bifocals
-23 Oct 2014-
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summer's lavish brush
canvas stroked in billowed swirls…
daydreams framed in blue
-16 Jun 2014-
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Zen
Garden
Growing light
From my deepest
Thoughts
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a playground’s laughter
fragrant in its innocence-
jasmine soothes old ears
whispered through a seasoned brier
the perfumed blooms of childhood
02 Apr 2015
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While it feels in the noontide, just steps through the trees,
As the sky bleeds to twilight – the sweetest disease.
On a walk through the maples, an itch of romance,
As a warm breeze courts Eros at gloaming's advance.
Just a glance woos the shivers, through come hither eyes,
Nervous hands - now perspiring, by moonlight’s devise.
Down a path softly swaying, then slowly a waltz,
Till a feverish tango as all reason halts.
Soon the knees start to wobble and vision subsides,
As the world falls from focus in dizzying strides.
There’s no end to the sickness on warm summer strolls,
Should the moon cast its toxin on amorous souls.
**12/14/2017**
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Two bridges tease a cold solstice sun;
trees masked in ice, join in the fun.
Frozen In Crystalline - Poetry Contest
22 Nov 2014
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a gaze felt softly
pulling on wistful heartstrings…
your puppeteer eyes
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twisted shadows creep
into yards and fertile minds…
autumn moon on trees
~~20 Oct 2014~~
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The cold sun’s anemic arc,
skirts the day with crystal frill.
Prancing just above the pines,
sun dogs wag their tails.
14 Jan 2022
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winter’s fickle bride
weeps behind an opaque veil…
spring's warm kiss beguiles
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