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The drip of water down the water spout
The parade of white fluffs drifting about
The ball of the pen skating across
The flow of ink calling the shots
The clack of heels on the tiled hall
The scurrying of a roach up the wall
The wail of a child sickened by chocolate
The scowl of the mother for such racket
The round of applause after a performance
The snores of the old couple sitting dormant
The ruffling of pages in a quiet library
The thundering chew of a red cranberry
The mourning of a family huddled at a wake
The birthday song sung as he blows on the cake
The flap of nestling wings on its first attempt
The hawk’s call during a sweeping steep descent
The pulsating green beep of heart monitors
The screech that follows when the beat falters
The smooch of lips upon an orange sunset
The ring of wedding bells they'll never forget
The Earth a rich and colorful place
The Earth a blue speck floating in space
The loud laughter and back woods smoke.
The diet coke and offensive jokes.
The tall trees blessing us with shade.
The polished bench my father made.
The arguing daughters, never ending fight.
The Wikipedia searches to see who is right.
The Patriots games and children roam.
Might not sound like much, but hey it's home.
I thought my heart was mended.
I thought my mind was strong.
I thought that I was able.
Perhaps, these thoughts were wrong.

I thought I was a kite,
Free from your restrain.
I thought I was a wedding dress,
Free from your black stain.

I thought my legs were sturdy.
I thought my conscience, pure.
I thought I had moved on.
Until I saw you there with her.
It was shallow water, rippling
a watery moon quivering
on the surface seen
It was night fire
burning water into steam
gray smoke screened
It was willful drowning
upon a lily bed of lies
parched a wilted garden
slowly withers, dies
To all who stop by here to read this poem and to those who have left comments, I thank you for your every kindness.
XO
Here's to the contrite spirits with broken hearts and enervated minds.
To those whose bodies are spent and whose hands are lifeless.
To the sleepless eyes and disintegrated hopefuls.
To those who have sunk into bitter darkness and can not identify the light.
Here's to the lives lost before death.
I look to my left,
I see envy.
I see hate.
I see greed.

I look to my right,
I see hunger.
I see heartache.
I see death.

I look down,
I see lust.
I see pain.
I see sickness.

I look up.
I see love.
I see hope.
I see peace.
 Mar 2015 Lillian Harris
Kate
Did you ever see those circus performers with the spinning plates?
Plates on poles spinning, spinning, spinning
You could never understand how they kept so many up
spinning, spinning, spinning

Just as one is about to fall
you can already hear the crash in your head
the shattering of porcelain on the ground
they spin it again and it stabilizes
just barely
This isn't very good, it's been a long time since I've written anything, so be nice. :P
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