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Days 17-20 of NaPoWriMo

Okay, folks, I've been tardy to the party with these poems so far this week. So I'm making it up by giving six poems to cover four days. How's that for a bargain? Wait, don't answer that.

Take care, y'all.

Namaste.

Opening Volley

Words are the song of life,
Words grant shape to the shapeless.
Within these pages are many words.
Tales from the head.
Be careful as you journey here
That my ghosts do not haunt you.


Dreamtime, take 1

I’m staring across a mossy field,
The sun is shining.
It’s warm and summerlike.
And there I sit.
For I don’t know if or when this may
end in a nightmare.


Fear #1

Shed I a tear,
For I do fear,
By hand I may end
Before I can mend.


A Sight Unseen

A flower of life and love,
A gift to another’s heart.
Ah, sweet love,
To ever embrace your warm coat.
And yet I know not
Who my love is to be.
So I must love her
As a sight unseen.

The Maker

tools I make,
songs I sing,
what for,
for heaven’s sake?
for the joy they bring.


Dreamtime, take 2

I’m staring across a mossy field,
The sun is shining.
It’s warm and summerlike.
And there I sit.
For I don’t know if or why this may
end in a nightmare.

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