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I am ten crows, twenty-three starlings,
one tree, a world of racket, every dusk that ever was.

I am a holy heart four angels defend,
other times I am nothing but flesh and fingertips.

There are four seasons, three necessities,
two sides to the moon.

The window has eight panes;
I am in them all.
This is a "flash 55' a poem in exactly 55 words. All the numbers in the poem add up to 55 as well, though that is not a requirement.
#55
On the white screen dance the stringed dots
Mind spilled codes of hieroglyphic thoughts
Slowly they emerge handholding lines
Not always yielding intended designs.
Something was brewing inside the head
Coaxing to weave and take it ahead
The drunken horses so wildly gallop
There is no leash to make them stop.
Nerves are taut and they won't relax
Till all is vented they reach the ******
It was thus fated the moment it was sown
What's to be grown could never be known.
As the fever wanes arrives the new child
It may be adored or it may be defiled
The canvas is washed clean as in the rain
Something is brewing to be vented again.
  6d 1DNA
Kalliope
A wish sent with the wind

Invasive to some

A beautiful meadow to others
Stop trying to prove you aren't a ****
Bask in the warmth of those holding you like a flower
I'll find another.
A coping mechanism.
When life's eye wanders.
  6d 1DNA
Damocles
An unburdening of scars
Letting deep wounds stain the page
In all of its black silt and tar,
So the soul can feel the comfort of a new day.
That is poetry.
I may post a longer version of this someday but it says all it needs to say.
1DNA 6d
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A firefly, me,
Trudged with a burden of light.
A fortuitous break
Came with my sight.

A blue cosmos
Bloomed along the trail—
An ephemeral ocean,
An insect’s sail.

So blue of love,
His innocent ways—
Through filmy eyes,
They melt in waves.

A mini sun
For a patch of blue;
Or so I wished
Would come soon true.

For I followed
A honeybee,
And through her wings
Floats thoughts unseen.

How cruel of me,
To betray my friend—
Through silent speech
And frowns I bend.

To compensate
The guilt I feel,
I'll become the all-seeing eye
Of the light she needs.

After all, she needs it
More than me.
I feed on rot—
She feeds on nectar sweet.

I am but a mini sun
Miles from an ocean blue
I’ll be your flask of light
Bond in emerald hues.

~
Long time
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