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Tuesday, February 23, 2010
My muse foregone but not forgotten.
A handful of keys to an unlocked door.
The clef to an unfinished song.
And loves progeny an orphan.
Small midges sinking in still waters.
Half-baked chapters skimmed over unwritten books.
Love the donnee wades into deeper waters.
Truth unable to prise out wisdom.
Sadness stirs, steeps and searches...
Finding feral feelings feeding off of fear.
An azure sky promising nightfall.
Bushed by the darkness.
Lost in contiguity.
Praying for the sun's light.
A noose made from trope saves another life.
The hex becomes a blessing cajoled by the cursed.
To ravish like a criminal or poet?
To forge like the migration of snails.
One moment breeds an epic tale.
Death betroths after the first date.
And everlasting life takes it's last breath.
Young fervour grows old over night.
Poems without ending or meaning.
Poems that aren't poems at all.
Emote by nature.
An infertile endangered species breeds dispair.
A world clings to threads of hope.
posted by Milli
at 2/23/2010 05:36:00 AM
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