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Pawing through
the dusty box
of memories,
well-covered now
with a thinning coat
of gray hair.
Rummaging,
setting aside years
better suited
for a Goodwill bin.
A few keepers;
but must pare down
the hoarding
and prepare
to travel
light.
Another year creeps in on cats' paws....
The table set,
the stars are aligned.
Each bezel refracting inward
girdling your soul with a halo of light.
Even lower facets form a temple,
a pavilion displaying the
elegance and focus of
the culet that
is you
.
NaPoWriMo day 9...a visual poem.
Another
brave soul
capitulates; here be
dragons.
Everyone
faces their
greatest
horror
in good time,
just so long as they
keep on
living.
Many like myself will
not be deterred,
opting to embark upon a
pilgrimage of pain.
Questioning what
remains in my
soul
thickens and sets
up my
very blood
with
xanthan gum.
You're next, o
zealous one.
NaPoWriMo day 10...an abecedarian poem.  Haven't felt this much like a contortionist since I wrote an acrostic.  ;)
 Apr 2015 Sally Tsoutas
HendrixG
infinite.
these thoughts are infinite
at times it feels like too much
so many things
so many stories
so many times i remember,
the times
we used to be together
they were great
like our first date
that one day
or should i say night
in the drive way...
when our
love
took flight
And so I lie here,
wide awake.
I can smell your hair,
sip your sweet lips.
Every morning
I think of you,
hardened like this,
I kiss the air,
***** emptiness,
and you're not here,
but only in spirit,
I can see your eyes.
Pictures of dead people I know
are smiling and are so full of life
hanging on my wall
reminding me
to seize this day,
because it's not cliche,
and it won't come again.
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