brittle light
brittle light
Jun 09, 2012

Call It What You Will (Page 2)

old monk
spouts ancient wisdom
a burst of laughter

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sunny afternoons
tall and thin
lovely shadow

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falling to pieces
stone to gravel
pet rock bites the dust

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dandelion puffs
gracefully riding the wind
knowing not of weeds

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august moon sparkles
sleepy mind in half-dream
butterflies sip tea

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snowflakes in sunshine
swift comes the end
the shape of water

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standard brand loser
no reason for happiness
am anyway, Ha!

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a shift in the wind
an old hound sniffs the air
decisions are made

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About This Poem

Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back

Editing Stage: Editing - draft

About the Author

Region, Country: upstate New York USA, USA

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Comments

Candlewitch

I will call it observations and bits of wisdom.

always, Cat