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Hello Poetry
Are you in there ?
Open up the invisible door
Invite me in
Don't you dare
say anymore

Show me your poems
Amaze me in every way
Litter my memory
in haunting rhymes
and rthyms that
come taunting me

knock , knock , knock
Hello Poetry
Are you home ?

In the finer lines of my Mother's eyes
where backroads lead to secret tears
much is spoken when one explores
the map that etches those many years

expressed in smiles and subtle stares
when the world is harsh and cruel
calm washes through your tested soul
that stings of ridicule

in the finer lines of my Mother's eyes
life's riches are retained
and the wells that feed her loving child
through those eyes are sustained

~~<♡>~~

my
father
sleeps
a
lot
now

he
prefers
his

dreams


SoulSurvivor
(C) 1/3/2016

You won't need a critic

You are the best critic of your work

Trust me.

Close your eyes and question yourself

You will get answers

I forget how old you are
and I remember digging
red clay hard from the summer
sun and heat

What a slender twig you were
accepting my  grip around your base
and the dirt around your roots

You grew mostly without my notice
leaping upward and outward
until all who passed admired
how sturdy your branches,
how rich your needles

Now you tower, shading hosta
and embracing the dogwood
beside you
even though it puts on airs

This season you spill
brown needles
like a dog shedding
its winter coat

I expect you will
linger long after
I perish

I had a dream of white pines
writing poems
I wonder if you noticed me
if you will long for me
not passing by, I wonder
do pines formulate poems
and will you ever
write one about me.

LIFE IS LIKE BEING
A CHRISTMAS TREE
WHEN YOUR OUTTA
PRESENTS/PRESENCE
THEY WANNA TAKE
^^^^YOU DOWN^^^^