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Jacob Welch Poem
I never claimed to be perfect,
and yet she wished it so.
An unspoken promise
to which I never agreed;
And now she knows
that unrequited part of me
that took a lifetime to overcome;
And now she sees
with eyes wide open
that I chose to return;
An unspoken promise to her,
now realized:
I never claimed to be perfect,
and now she knows it’s true.
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Playground games;
Children gambol
in the sun.
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Thunder rolls
from cloud to cloud;
Cricket waltz.
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As the dew drops
from a blade of grass,
dips my head
and heaves my chest.
The recycled air
o’ brethren fallen
ignites my ire,
a primal rage.
How the moments stretch
and shrink at will;
In the present only;
neither future
nor past defined.
Beneath the surface,
you will unearth
a man, made whole.
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Winter’s requiem:
A solemn note,
frozen solid.
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Parenthetical;
Lovers caught
in ones and zeroes.
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Light trickles in,
illuminating slow breath;
Waiting for sunrise.
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Whispers in my ear;
The dead wish to live again.
A soft strumming
of worn out strings;
The dead hope to rise.
From coffin nails
to slow exhales,
the living wane
and slowly fail.
I tie my knots,
I lift my sails;
The dead setting off again.
From Roanoke
to Jamestown’s walls,
the sea consumes another soul;
And I’m settling down
on this foreign shore
without a line
to cast back home;
The living dream
of growing old;
The dead remain,
trapped
in rotting bones.
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Along the flume, my ghosts coalesce;
Feeding the soul of another lover;
Little does she know,
forever was never my intent;
As certain as the days grow cold,
and the autumn harvest thins,
the drumming within my chest
will slow and one day cease;
There is nothing to be undone
until my final breath
has passed.
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These collections of moments,
we’ll call them memories,
I’ll carry in my head
for the sake of you,
for the sake of me;
For the truth of consequence
is a damned shame, you’ll see,
when tomorrow fades away,
for the sake of you,
for the sake of me.
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