Poetry Blogs (childhood)
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One of my favorite games
to play as a child
was seeing shapes
in the clouds:
It was one of the
of my childhood.
As I grew up,
I began to see
Now in the archway
of my golden years,
I see beauty that
brings me to tears:
Sunday 17th February 2019 7:18 pm
Ive seen the smiling beautiful faces of precious youth
Taking fear and horror by its loathsome breath
Who washed themselves clean of its stain
With nothing more then countless courage
And disdainful acts of random kindness.
Ive seen the happy gentle porcelain faces of our very best
The ordinary made extraordinary by the casually vile
Who stared into the face of blackened ...
Sunday 27th January 2019 7:45 pm