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Keith Grubb Apr 2017
in the cold pale gray i saw her

beneath a weeping tree

under fire of blowing silk

lips of pomegranate tea

-

a nomad's dusty vision

as fog and blossom fall

could any hold her now

was she there at all

-

as far as time could walk

and magic flowed in art

indeed she was there

no liar is the heart
Keith Grubb Apr 2017
was that a question

was that a pry

was it morning rooks

flapping dots on the sky



you can be the water

you can be the stone

you can be the joy

or the devil’s crone



what mercantile of paths

ponder craft your voice

precarious fanning feathers

you become your choice
Keith Grubb Apr 2017
i saw a pure heart

her skin made of joy

a spirit craved by kings

like purple corduroy



no darkness haunts her

no gremlin steals her laugh

she is simply always

like love’s photograph
Keith Grubb Apr 2017
soft the cotton drifted

fragrant wood so old

the sun was on your back

a jewel of marigold



if you could keep it close

forever in your heart

would you love the hostage

would you drink the art



i can feel the seconds

hungry serpents at the door

would you keep it close

here in evermore
Keith Grubb Nov 2016
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smoke curls like whimsy

happiness is glass

seconds matchless treasure

cut short like barley grass



stay a moment more

hold another hand

keep a promise longer

linger smile so grand



if I could hold this minute

keep this sugar air

peace could blanket time

we would be so rare
Keith Grubb Nov 2016

you were there again

in your violet ruffled silk

pearls of opal fire

hair like buttermilk



violins were somewhere

low harps and red guitars

i remember laughter

lips and whirling stars



i look for you at twilight

moon of sapphire cream

the cold sky so wide

you in my dream
Keith Grubb Nov 2016
felt it leave that day
no craft binds it here
-
in tickling grass of copper fields
a kiss and disappear
-
a slight caress of shadows
seductive draining touch
-
a wind of colored madness
no breath that matters much
-
it left the screaming whispers
to roam the time that lasts
-
it fell into the empty
and left this world of glass
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