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B Elizabeth G Oct 2018
You breathed tenderness
Into my bones
With pumpkin spice kisses
And waves of sunshine,
Leaking through locked fingertips.
And for moments, gone too soon,
We were one hue;
Red and orange in deep tones
Making music
With the rhythm of every inhale
and ex.
A symphonic masterpiece.
  Oct 2018 B Elizabeth G
Lawrence Hall
-Ecclesiastes 1:2-11

That which is said to come already is
And was, and so will be again – the sun
Will rise tomorrow, perhaps not upon me
But still the sun will rise again tomorrow

And warm the waters in a little stream
That laughing play with fallen autumn leaves
And all of them swim past a rotting pier
Where little boys with their cane poles once fished

The river currents flow, and so do we
To find our sunlit dreams upon that sea
Your ‘umble scrivener’s site is:
Reactionarydrivel.blogspot.com.
It’s not at all reactionary, tho’ it might be drivel.
  Oct 2018 B Elizabeth G
OC
Putting out fires
is an impossible task
when all you can find
are poems of paper
wooden hopes
and faith wrapped with
a decomposing cloth
rather
it is better to just
cast those into the pyre
perhaps as fuel these will
suspend
the creeping night
for just a moment further
This will be a series of parts of incomplete poems that either don't hold up as a whole, are half baked, or are too lost in translation. Comments will be appreciated
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