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 Feb 2013 M Rose
Matsuo Bashō
Stillness--
the cicada's cry
    drills into the rocks.
 Feb 2013 M Rose
Blake Nelson
The First night was great
Few words were spoken at all
Your embrace; plenty
 Feb 2013 M Rose
Harry J Baxter
would you be offended
if I compared you to an alarm clock?
because you make me
wake the hell up
and maybe that ****** me off
a born seeker of silence
but i know
that if you hadn't
there would be so much
that I would miss
and to be honest
when you don't wake me up
a beautiful song
just the wrong place, right time
I miss you
 Feb 2013 M Rose
Harry J Baxter
Don't even talk to me
about your ******* cat
I don't care
actually I do
I hate your cat
everything about it
Is that what you have to say?
is that all you came up with?
I want to hear
about your flaws
your contradictions
your addictions
your love
your long drawn out ****** struggle
I want something real
something which makes me more human
more alive
more prepared
emphatic to your apathy
I really am
but for the love of God
never talk to me
about that stupid cat
ever again
 Feb 2013 M Rose
Harry J Baxter
"Did you ever think
that maybe you have a problem?"
no
never
they aren't actually problems
if you can't see them right?
but so what if I did?
who doesn't?
my problems are  jars
filled with pennies
sitting forgotten on a shelf
without them
I would be without me
with one hand they break me
only to put me back together
but I'm never what I was
something new missing each time
always changing
eroded by waves of white fury
grinding me down
to dust
My problem
is that I have no problem
with my problems
 Feb 2013 M Rose
Annie Young
I found the box that I used
To keep your old letters in.
Hidden in the darkest corner,
Lingering to once again be found.
Dare I read the once familiar words
Of a person I no longer know?
My fingers fumbled clumsily through
As I decided which paper to unearth.
My eyes caught glimpses of
Familiar figures,
Animated animals, clever lettering,
The nicknames I answered to only by you.
I picked up one letter,
Slowly unfolding the lovingly worn edges
To expose the tender-hearted words.
Reading, smiling, laughing,
I enjoyed discovering the blissful memories
That stayed lurking in the back of my mind.
My heart began to murmur as I recalled your voice
Almost as if you were reading right beside me.
Images of a past that once was present,
Fluttering clips that flash past my eyes.
Murmuring heart, beating too fast.
I refolded the paper and laid it to rest,
Quietly sleeping until its next escape.
 Feb 2013 M Rose
Harry J Baxter
numb
 Feb 2013 M Rose
Harry J Baxter
frozen lakes
leafless trees
blank faces
numb
everything numb
self medicated
desensitized
he misses the feeling of tears
he misses the feeling
disconnected
and the life boats
are slowly going out of sight
people, people everywhere
with no thoughts to think
he looks for something
which can crack the shell
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