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 Aug 2019
Pagan Paul
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When a Dryad cries …

… the bright red leaves
drip
and the tree stands
in a pool
of blood


… forest green leaves
drip
and the tree stands
in a pond
of heartbreak


… red and green leaves
drip
and the tree stands
in a lake
of sorrow


There is no sadder song
than when a tree dies,
there is no deeper grief
than when a Dryad cries.



© Pagan Paul (01/07/18)
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Old poem re-written
Dryad - A Tree Nymph/Sprite
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 Aug 2019
Jorge Love
I know the feel of your bones
creases in the  knuckle
The skin stretched taught
Grasping with my love, my hands

I love the squishy parts of you
The parts that give to my touch
Through your cream skin
I see the highways and byways
That bring my love life

your slender neck wants my kisses
to begin their way
down the valley of your spine
mmmmm those hips
the curves and dips
To My Wife
Fear waits upon its prey
where the light is a shamefaced girl

wind is a fragmented guest
where silence fools the unwary

to chirp the birds forget
where the baiter might be the bait

the hush is not all white
as in that ever ruling night
blood is spilled without sound.

Forlorn as the lovers' lost track
meanders the creek
in moans for the lost
shedding its sighs to the tides.
Sunderbans, January 28, 5pm
 Aug 2019
Francie Lynch
What's ours yesterday,
Is gone today;
What's here today,
Will be gone tomorrow.
That how it goes
For joy and sorrow.
Balanced on a teeter-totter,
These highs and lows
Of our see-saw charter.
 Aug 2019
Elena
My pen is dripping
from my heart and soul,
hoping to grow
a bit more beautiful
each day.
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