Some Hidden
thoughts and unsaid words
collect and build in
pools of verse, like land-locked trees
that try to fly. (How many ever do?)
These quirky pre-launched poems-to-be,
in struggling to expand their reach,
find here a way yet to emerge,
to coax the word buds through.
to coax the word buds through.
One makes a tree, draws it
just so, dressed up as 'poem'
with words that show it's all in vain this stealthy surge,
that tries to just prevail -- cuz all
that tries to just prevail -- cuz all
too often what you get is simply soup (and lacking worth);
deep down inside you know it's doomed, and that it will
just fail.
And yet, one learns and can evolve.
And yet, one learns and can evolve.
Like honing, hearing (new resolve!), and this
type task's of value, yet. So try
another one.
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Dawn! –
rooster tells
us, 'Here comes sun'. Look,
o’er the treetops, greet the
sky, the snow-filled fields, the frozen brook
two squirrels chase, in
morning’s light on
banks deep, cold
& white. O life!
Another D A
Another D A
Y
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