Poetic Fragments

Poetic Fragments

Secrets

     The things that

          We are afraid 

                To

                    Give voice

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Prosetry Fragments

Prosetry Fragments(Veterans Memorial Park in Oconomowoc, Wi)

 

Monuments

Marking the wars over time

The windblown flags above

Seem to Wave with a fury up at the grey sullen skies above

 

…..A silent insistence on never being

forgotten

 

…..or life ever being taken for

granted

 

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Ska Lucy(Once Upon A Dream)

 

The sparkle

in her hazel eyes

dazzle

 

her voice singing

through

the ocean’s howl

 

her golden locks

blown

so wildly

in

the ocean breeze

 

this medusa’s

rage

so cleverly disguised

 

her song

…your beckoning

to dance on the cliff’s edge

this brief enchantment

to

one’s doom

 

the ocean’s scent

the seaweed covered depths

the ocean breeze

as

she

waves

from

 

below

 

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Prosetry Fragments

winter morning

-how bloodshot

the conductor’s eyes

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Staring intently at the candlelight

…but thinking of warmer places

as january

wears

on

and

on

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Heavy rain

falling

like the tears

of

so many

frightened children

-Paris-

 

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Poetic Fragments

 

So many more roads

less taken

he opts instead

…for more familiar

haunts

 

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Prosetry Fragments

One final

sunkissed afternoon

at the old farm

…..perhaps each

had their own way

of saying

goodbye

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Numbed

 

Hearing

          their

               own        

                     words

rehearsed and calculated

 

             playing to the crowds

 

emptiness

              has

                   it’s

                      own

                            sound

 

shallow thud

                                        echoed

 

promises

 

           and

 

matching smiles

                     with

                          all

                            the

                               warmth

plastic

 

and cold

           gravestones

 

 

people

         have long since 

                             become

                   numbers

mere statistics 

 

shake

        those

               hands

 

wave

      those

            flags

 

hold

     those

            babies

 

train             

     condition

                  desensitize

                                 blind

                                       deafen  

                                               divide

                                                     conquer

 

defeat

them

       

          young

                       on

 

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Prosetry Fragments

 

Of his demeanor

stoic

in his words

wisdom

in his eyes

sorrow

the weight of experience

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