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Traci Sims Jun 2022
It was the Telemann, wasn't it?
The slow honeyed complaint of the violin produced those hot tears on your pale cheek,
While the cello brought forth the deep sweet pain of remembered love,
The recorder sighed with you as golden nights of wonder and romance were recalled, cherished, and banished to the ether once more,
And the harpsichord sparkled sadly as it observed your sobbing drooping form on the couch, its tinkling notes caressing you as it attempted to soothe and bring resolution and peace...
It's not your fault, Georg Phillip,
How could you know that
your shimmering masterwork
Would bring the piercing ache
of lost and unrequited love?

Georg Phillip Telemann was a contemporary of the Baroque period's greatest composer, J.S. Bach.  In his day, Telemann was actually considered to be the greater composer. His works are gorgeous, sensual, witty, and sublime. If you like classical, give him a try🎶🎵!
Traci Sims May 2022
Moving in silence,
Shadows part, leaving no trace,
A cat's ninth journey.
Traci Sims May 2022
Replacement's a myth
Sold by those who crave power
Fear can make men ****.
To the memory of the ten who lost their lives in Buffalo, NY, May 14, 2022.
  Apr 2022 Traci Sims
William J Donovan
The blood red stain
in the pouring rain
no voices after all
left to take the fall
I loved you yesterday
debt I can never pay
lock me in your jail
our love was stale.
A scarecrow smiles
as they turn dials.
Traci Sims Apr 2022
My dear planet Mom:
You deserve our love and care.
You're our only home.
  Apr 2022 Traci Sims
Antony Glaser
October  attached itself to my window.
Dahlias breezed like a thief in the night.
Happy to share in Autumn's  raise.
Farsides I wish well myself.
There is a rusty red, ginger aroma.
Silver needles shedding from the hide.
Autumn's sun sunk in fallowed fields.
Daydream in a lost October
We were happy to share in its murmur,
to tailgate the night.
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