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eyelids and earlids
eyelids and earlids
beauty from color
shapes
scenery
glimmer from a lake
all lost with eyelids closed
birds songs in the forest,
symphony of city car horns
beeping to a crescendo
cooing of a morning dove
breathing of a lover
all lost with ear lids shut
is one better
to loose than the other
one would have to ask Helen Kell...
Saturday 9th January 2021 8:07 pm
Insomniac
Insomniac
The floorboards above
Crack like rheumatic bones
Late at night
The house groans
And wind whispers
Through the open windows
The curtains open
The lights out
The darkness presses
Against the window
A streetlight drops
White light on the path
I can see a pale moon
Crawling through the trees
A cat sashays
Beneath the porch opposi...
Wednesday 8th July 2020 11:36 am
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