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Poetry Ramble

Face


The face is not the heart
The face is a shield to protect it

Not a soul
but a mask for one, 
with eye holes

The face is not the captain
The face is his command

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Man & ant

Who's that?
an ant
Why?
in search
On me?
on anything
Where do you come from?
from here
How long have you been here?
always
Well, don't crawl on me anymore.
later then

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Queen Luna's Tears

Slow creak from the rocker
Cricket heralds announce the march of the nighttime queen
Cool sips from a beaded glass
The high court is summoned, and arrive glimmering
Sweet smoke curling lazily in starlight
Majesty arrives, furious in cool shadows at her confinement
Tangled green carpet on skin
Tears land on the sky and shining, streak away
Serene thoughts floating heavenward

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Nantucket

There once was a man from Nantucket,
Who face had grown lined through the years,
He'd sworn he would go, 
and still meant to you know,
As he dove in his bucket of beers.

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My home is green

Verdant held meaning
Glowing bright from every corner and crack.
Home is a green sea with red brick islands.
Away was a white nothing, the same in all the distance
Home is warm, layers cast aside, growing closer
It touched his skin, familiar
Had to pull away, had to see
No secrets, only a story
The end of the line was for turning back
Home is already snuggled up under a quilt of leaves
Waiting to hear


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Whew!
I have not wandered into the field of poetry for a while now.  Sorry I trampled on some of the flowers.  It was kind of fun, but it is not my strong suit.  I had to fight not to break into prose at every turn.  Criticism is welcomed. 


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