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Willow Wise Poem
Rigid Mountain
There is a place where all minds go
To the Rigid Mountain range
Of blackened streams
And hopeless dreams
To stop and rearrange
There is a place where thinkers sit
On rigid rocks and broken clocks
Of cedar trees
And willing pleas
As empty boats undock
There is a place where skies are bright
And hopeful golden rays
Lift their thoughts and hopes to float
Above the Rigid Mountain choke
To skies of song and play
There is a place, above the range
Where hands all grasp in hope
For men with wings
To lift their dreams
Where lovers interlope
That is where dreams lie
Copyright © Willow Wise | Year Posted 2016
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Willow Wise Poem
My Starry Letter
If at once, a god's heart bursts
With flourishes of color
With teeth clenched, lips pursed
They immortalized their lovers
In the stars
If at once, I could reach them
And pluck them in slight
With quill of a feathered Wren
I would write
A letter
If at once, my ink was bright
With the dim light of lovers' lust
And the glow of the stars' sight
Of the world on the cusp
Of dawns and dusks
If at once, I'd write my heart
Into the paper built with my skin
And tattoo in part
The lover's vow on the rim
Of my eye
If at once, this proclamation
Ceases to capture your soul
And turns your heart away, my explanation
Shall be the words off my tongue in rolls
Of, "I love thee,
Love me"
Copyright © Willow Wise | Year Posted 2016
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