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 Dec 2019 Corrinne Shadow
Sylph
I love art
It expresses a world beyond this one
Art can show me a life
A possibility
A desire
Anything
I can feel
I can hurt
I can express

My pencil dances on the page
A magic flowing from my pencil to the page
Finally free
People can finally understand
They can finally see
From my eyes
                                     Art

I watch them
captured by
their bodies the narrator
A beautiful story is now being told
A love
so deep
but so painful
a silent scream
                                   Art

That instrument
Speaks
This may have been Beethovens
But not anymore
This
Is now theirs
This
is beyond words
                                  Art

Theres always more behind the words
Stories
Secrets
Wishes
Confessions
Everything
A poem can tell the world what cant be said
                                  Art
 Dec 2019 Corrinne Shadow
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I Long
 Dec 2019 Corrinne Shadow
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To be kissed
by your eyes

To be touched
by your voice

To be held
by your lips

To be tangled
by your hair
 Dec 2019 Corrinne Shadow
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Hot summer breeze,
long sleeves, and
scars you cannot see
 Dec 2019 Corrinne Shadow
aha
words
 Dec 2019 Corrinne Shadow
aha
words are things people call beautiful
but really
is it the words or the order that we admire?
I am in the absence of knowing where this came from. I just have been thinking about it, and... it is factual.
I dunno how to explain
my feelings for you.
So I put it in a poem
all about fruit!

You’re the lemon to my lime,
the apple of my eye.
You’re the cherry on top
of a sweet, sweet sundae!

Even if you cantaloupe with me,
Don’t lose any hope!
Oh! Question!
Honeydew you wanna dance?

We’re like slices of a mandarin!
Or pineapple in a metal can.
We’re two different pears
that make a delicious pair!
For: You!
Beneficial
Luxurious
Angelic
Communicator
Key

Winning
Original
M­agnificent
Accepted
Noticed
 Dec 2019 Corrinne Shadow
Isaac
you can find it

in the cracks of the pavement
where the light casts
no shadows

in the corners
elusively small
tried and swept

in the eyes
of the child
against timeless change

in the ink
spilled and swirled
into infallible words

in the hair
silver in the light
facing the night with a glow

in the air
a sigh, a prayer
a frosty breath of warmth

in the tear
rolling down your cheek
a sign that it’s still there

don’t lose it.

we won’t let you.

you can find it in there

in you.
it’s never too late

even when it is

find it.

then it won’t be.
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