POEM " Blue Green Moss " Remember the rainbow when all goes black, Pull out the circle from its sleeve and lay it down Until your soul comes back, This September one is getting on and the other more contagious, Roll with the stones through the blue and green moss Of a waiting stack; the peacocks fan. Bolted doors and open hallways but the sunset still Shines over the hill even though the sky must spill, Pray and prey for the hunter who has no legs to run, But he can walk the path slowly and calm; some Worlds must come undone. Missing loved ones and missing the key that once opened all freely, Listing the good as the bad overtakes the ink with an big one ton anchor, The winds bring calm into the withering watered down salty sea, Up and out from the crazy surface comes a hand with fingers open Like that of a lover. The hours keep coming back as though they are repeated, The power is out but the lines are all working on who needs To be cheated, While the only color emanating so eagerly is a rampage of red, If all must be or not be then where is the grey and is it only In existence when you are being defeated. The circle comes around without meeting on the other end, All events that are square seem to be aloud to bend, And the triangle cannot exist, not with the angles added to test, There is no shape to the sound of the rainbow in the sunset That I must hold onto; upon the crest.
Posted on: Sun, 29 Sep 2013 22:47:43 +0000
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