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A plastic whistle
or wax paper and a comb

where every note played
conjures up a compact

red blue and yellow car
with a thousand clowns

coming through every door
and out of every corner and crevice
More whimsy
  Feb 27 Carlo C Gomez
Maddy
My walks are usually solemn and quiet
Unless my music is with me
Today a delightful surprise accompanied me
Four stunning and elegant swans out of no where
Spring is on her way
Thanks Mother Nature
Living
poetic
Treasuring
feelings
Wrapping each
moment
In letters
of sound

Freeing the
silence
Words deep
within me
Calling the
future
Where verses
— resound

(The New Room: February, 2025)
Tragic
to know
but not
recall

What lies
within
that darkened
hall

With
every squint
and fact
unfound

Old feelings
search
through memory
— bound

(Dreamsleep: February, 2025)
  Feb 27 Carlo C Gomez
B
Can you swallow hunger downwards
can you sleep it all away?
Work it out and calculate
revise and reshape
cursed and caged
by a body I cannot escape.

Another stone thrown across the river bed
another afternoon
without food.
I'm tired (so tired)
of this being the only thing
I cannot seem to lose.
comes a differing hue
with duck egg blue


the ironmongers in town
at one seventy nine


we can walk there and back or there
and bus back you see


he said folk get used to anything
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