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Fear of forever forgotten
Fear of faults remembered

Dreaming of the Deep
The deer is deep Decembered

I might as well write poems
What else can I do?

Just saw my three young sons
May my distance love prove true

For each of you.
Maybe movie night
Good for quarantine

Maybe not alright
Grim Reaper on the scene

I keep on keepin' on
Depression in my bones

My life a scary movie
Fall into Twilight Zone

So often now alone.
Summer but not joys
Still, my three boys
And still

Leonard Nimoy
 Jun 2020 Prerna Singh
Acme
17 years old. My heart was ready.
"For Emily, Whenever I may Find Her"
was my soundtrack and I met you and
we were doomed to live the song. It was
softer than the rain in fields hidden
from sight and we made our love and
had our child in juniper and lamplight.
Your cheeks flushed with the night
on frosted fields you both died.
I kissed your honey hair with my tears.
Thanks to Paul Simon for his brilliance.
For Emily, Whenever I May Find Her
Simon & Garfunkel
What I dream I had
Pressed in organdy
Clothed in crinoline of smoky Burgundy
Softer than the rain
I wandered empty streets
past the shop displays down
I heard cathedral bells
Tripping down the alley ways
As I walked on
And when you ran to me
Your cheeks flushed with the night
We walked on frosted fields
of juniper and lamplight
I held your hand
And when I awoke and felt you warm and near
I kissed your honey hair with my grateful tears
Oh I love you girl
Oh I love you
 Jun 2020 Prerna Singh
Acme
Drunk and trying to write coherent
I'm on a high wire bicycle juggling
as you all stare open mouthed just
waiting for the horrible ending.
I'll still be in our bed tomorrow.
For better or worse we promised.
I would like to forget
My mortality.

But I can't.
That's my problem
With reality.
Grateful for the rain
           Grateful

         Good night.
We should inspire
before we expire
A play of colours
Rich in hues
Red, white and a dash of sea blue
Velvety cream, the pastry sweet
Ornate vintage pitcher
Flawlessly flowing spout
Arresting, the fragrance of the rose
Shy elegance in white, the orchids divine
Aesthetics sublime
Inspired by a friend’s photo
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