Frank Watson

Frank Watson Feb 2013

Manhattan snow on the day after Christmas

s n o w f a l l s

i n t o

countless little

(wet)

kisses

Original: http://www.followtheblueflute.com/2012/12/manhattan-snow-on-day-after-christmas.html

Frank Watson Feb 2013

a lifeless desert
holds the ancient tribes’
forgotten script

in a sequence
time scatters the rhymes
of our story’s lines

can we perceive
the shattered letters,
the messages sent?

innocent,
though back in time;
is it now forgiven?

we sail toward fairyland
without a map,
the compass made of stars

Original: http://www.followtheblueflute.com/2013/01/a-compass-made-of-stars.html

Frank Watson Feb 2013

Untitled

The stroke grew
Through his limbs
In blackened death

Original, with artwork: http://www.followtheblueflute.com/2013/01/blog-post.html

Frank Watson Feb 2013

Organic ****** Madness

ghoulish dreams
tattooed
on the *******
of the silent

Original, with artwork: http://www.followtheblueflute.com/2013/01/organic-******-madness.html

Frank Watson Feb 2013

Lover's Garden

Man is mere delicacy
When kissed by the mosquito;
And the mosquito is a lover,
When trapped in the spider’s net.

Original w/ picture: http://www.followtheblueflute.com/2013/01/lovers-garden.html

Frank Watson Feb 2013

In my dreams

In my dreams
I build a castle
Where the shadows dance

*Note: Original poem is at http://www.followtheblueflute.com/2013/02/in-my-dreams.html*

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