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Drew Walters Poem
A sweet glancing blow.
Taste of iron, tang of life.
Consciousness departs.
Copyright © Drew Walters | Year Posted 2014
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Drew Walters Poem
Crow flies arrow true,
from limbs hung in dark cold
cloaks.
Ebbed sun, strikes the day.
Copyright © Drew Walters | Year Posted 2014
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Drew Walters Poem
Aware now of its order;
Beauty apparent.
The voided and the nebulous eye.
Thought and memory span the divide.
Copyright © Drew Walters | Year Posted 2014
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Drew Walters Poem
Cobweb on window,
Catches drifting clock seeds.
Minutes slip on by.
Copyright © Drew Walters | Year Posted 2014
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Drew Walters Poem
Dreaming sleep leaves flesh,
fathoming our rituals.
There we clamour clear.
Copyright © Drew Walters | Year Posted 2016
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Drew Walters Poem
Bitten morning breath spilled from the door.
Defeated in her sanctuary, curled, wire hard.
“You’re a wicked and evil man.”
The keep, magpie hoard, cradling her wretched.
Bowed, stripped of quarrel, enrobed in argent.
“I was a young girl here.”
Stripping decadence reveals chattels of girlhood.
Eye-wide recall, affection and hurt alike.
“That belonged to my father”
Savage day, had carved through bone and home.
A veneer revealed. A void anew.
Cleansed of squalor, Stripped of refuge.
Night had found her destitute.
“This isn’t how it should be”
Copyright © Drew Walters | Year Posted 2014
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