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wordvango Oct 2020
haphazardly
  Careless a world of daring falling
     Like embers from a fire in the
cold wind

stares longingly
   Back at the viewer
calling
      Like small Wolf cubs left by their mother

evidenced by
     Gashes in tree bark
white streaks in a sky
      chasing yellow glances of sunlight

eroding
        The rushes of semis
Busily hurdling by
         pursuing commerce
Eliciting

porched rocking
       Chaired old men
To ponder on meanings
     And roars in
A head unsure of even

Himself, anymore
wordvango Oct 2020
Is best the berry found farther round ye journey long supposing
A furlong quarter and a half
Mile steps anticipating working up a sweat than
A vine growing up your leg
Or closer than that the vine infiltrating your mind heart soul
Closing in upon covering the windows dark berries
The ones worked for tilled fertilized staked like their home tall straight sunlight east and west known as the Farberry grow over in the next county across the line big succulent
Ruby red sweet lips bursting nutriently good dissolving like Farberrys would, like they should, luxuriant
wordvango Oct 2020
Calls who why what .
    Rings now in tones.
Cellular not line locked
Airy more .intrusively.
.gone times one
Listened in
To nature alone.
Most of all hearts longing-the ebbflowing....beats
    .a hair studied her
Curling round
           , ears
And could it be we've
Lost something.
    was it ever ours?
wordvango Oct 2020
Entirely
          Speculation
This
               Reticulation
Of
           Earthly
Desires
               Making
Longing looks
        Over
Waters
             Shuddering
Anything
             But what
It was
               Only
Waves
wordvango Oct 2020
was a man who
Tried to become everyone
He traded and stole
Borrowed and portrayed
He never was himself
Just a trace
He was a shimmer
Of a soul
Reflecting others
Becoming unknown
As much a thief
Could ever have known
Until he chanced
One day in the dark
to think back look
At his face
In a shiny spoon
In an empty dark
Room with no
Touches of him on
The walls
No love to embrace
he had none not a nose
Or a smile no ears for
He had been borrowing
Those
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