THE BLOG OF SECRETS…

IT’S ALL ABOUT ME AND YOU…

SHE NEVER EXPLAINED HER POEMS April 9, 2004

Filed under: MY POETRY — salted7s @ 5:13 pm
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LATE APRIL DREAM WITHOUT SLEEP ‘O4

when evening breaks into hallow pieces of golden darkness
all bequeathed upon shadows smothered in light…

mothers wash dawn’s morning misgivings in puddles of dew without delight and
fathers march their children behind curtains of beaded grandious ideals…

melting past midnight, smothering details of forbidden flights, ringing and rhyming, forgiving and chiming, promising egotists,
fighting the good fight…

putting out fires, purchasing flowers, dialing numbers, driving away thunder 
and waking up to alarming sirens spinning, eager in lust, counting freckles created by dust.
no longer enduring night’s wicked slumber.

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