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shåi Mar 2017
life is like
a phone line
constantly waiting
for an answer

we look for a giver
but have we just
been our own
receiver?

who may be at the other end?
what lies before us?

the harsh unknown
and its unseething silence
thumping as its own
beating heart

will we continue to wait
for life's last ring
to make its final heartbeat?
(b.d.s.)
thank you for the reception on my last poem!!
Solaces Sep 2016
I lay in the grass outside of the party and stare at the sky. All my friends are walking about drunk and what not.  I notice something in the sky.  Swirls of white are floating on by.   I  see the final star leave to elsewhere.  The star seems to flash and shoot off.  The celestial swirls then seem to spin counter clockwise creating beautiful fractal patterns of colors.  They spun faster and faster in the black starless sky.  I then see a star pop up and then another.   It did not take long before I could see constellations again.  Our night sky was an ocean of stars yet again.  The swirls of white left toward the moon.  I now call them Star callers.
Spin the time

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