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 Sep 2014 Danielle Barlow
Antonio
Summer's warm currents retreat
the advancing brisk amber sunsets.

Submerging the world under
the reign of enduring starry nights.

The maples blush as Autumn whispers
the gentle lullaby of Winter's sweet breath.

Erasing Summer's memory with a crimson brush
preparing the golden landscape's long frigid rest.

~~~
 Sep 2014 Danielle Barlow
Antonio
Speak softly,
so I may savor
every morsel
of your tender
words.

~~~
 Sep 2014 Danielle Barlow
Antonio
"Men are accessories and not necessities,"
she proudly remarked with a
delicious smug.

"Well then,"  I replied.

"You should strap me on
until you've worn me out!"*

;-)

~~~
A clever retort I used with much success many years ago.
If only the kiss could whisper your beauty
you harbor within your cells
Maybe a dream becomes reality
And I wouldn't have to tell.
Accidentally Kissed a close friend of mine
And sitting here of beauty and guys and girls wanting to be beautiful.
(shrugs)
I hold the pencil in my hand,
My words devoted to you.
Writing the wrongs in my broken dreamland,
Though phrases will never do.

Looking at you in the room,
My thoughts will never idle.
Your beauty is one that will always loom,
So why can't I think of a title?
"Writing" was used on purpose. It is NOT a typo.
All those words
seen as bad
evil even
rude
profane
crude
         one question
why?
they're only words
why fear
what
you can't even see
there just words
~

trick               poem             belie
                                                
this              smooth,           until

frank               and          exposed

~

mind,               lost,                   it...
                                                
now               maybe          daresay
                
it's                 hidden     elsewhere

~

redundant      guesses              and/or
                                      
questions          about                      life

make               meaning            certain

~

subtly                different          thoughts

grace               realizations,           which

our                      starkest                  blur

~

time,                          its                            eyes
                                                                  
your                         poem,                      blink

now;                          gray                        scene

~

bear                     witness,                            a

child                  con­suming               poison

like                       purpose,                   watch

~

now,                      slip                    knots,

firm                      words                    they

ghost,                    into                   tangle

~

steal                    night,                       to

quiet                    your                      tear

of                           joy                     apart

~

engineer,      through               your

close        conversation,    tempting

doors             guarding          secrets

~

end,          the    ramble,

only        read   literally

when     words         fail

~
Read triplets left to right and up to down, but also up to down and left to right.  Ongoing work at this time.   Suggestions welcome!
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