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When I think back on all the times that were
—and weren’t

My mind rewrites the answers to the questions
—never asked

To set the time that’s left on fire
—in joyful hope

To rhyme the final ending line
—with one last wish

(Bryn Mawr College: January, 2020)
 Jan 2020 Sue Collins
Violet
Alone one time,

I sat for a drink with night

And we talked in silence.

I was kissed by moonlight until dawn.

The wine remain untouched.

And yet i went to sleep drunk.
Have I reached the resonating point of my existence?
For the downward trail I feel incoming
Slowly pierces through this pink thing-
that keeps me alive yet insane.
Be the guest that I unwelcome
Hammering down the bricks surrounding
The same wires that hang around my neck,
slowly snapping it-
one tug at a time.
 Jan 2020 Sue Collins
Dani
He holds a quiver of bright silver
Champion of art
Chariot of the sun
His light warms me
Brings inspiration to my mind
His unwavering support in all things good
Great healer
Bringer of sweet gentle demise
He slings his arrows
Straight into my mind
Wonderful warmth he brings
Melting my stiff heart
Letting its aches and pains fall
Onto paper to turn into beauty
A poem for Apollo
Deeper than the Terror
More persistent than the pain
The solitude of snowfall
The laughter of the rain

Stardust children giggled
Before they spoke a word
Primal human joy
In a universe Absurd

So fear ye not, my brothers
And sisters sympathize
Our destiny is hidden
Even from the wise

The journey is unknowing
Falling, breaking free
Then let us quest like sailors
Upon a cosmic sea

Perhaps we’ll meet mind monsters
Perhaps a Sacred Queen
Or maybe none of the above
And all that’s in between

I yearn to die a lover
And live unto the end
My heart aflame with Traveller’s Tales
And Aliens my friends!
I remembered a missing stanza, so I am reposting this one today
Beside the porch of broken dreams
She invited me to her dreams.
When I asked whether or not
which door to walk through.
That's when she cut the lights off
& everything got dark
Beside the porch of broken dreams.
I too, sit
without so much as a light
to keep me company
To disintegrate into the red jelly lens of an orange setting sun
and
make fun of the day,
to play hide and seek until the night makes us weak
and to sleep on the point of a star.
Hoax Poets
     spread faecal matter
on white paper
       then call themselves
writers
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