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Blankness
True White,
Not even a color
What is it’s essence?
Could one ever truly
Catch it?
My Knight
A world of fantasy
What is true?
The valiant knight
Will help the good out
Why in world, we fall?
In a world of fantasy
Told to face reality,
Where I want to be a child
And look onto the knight
And remember why he
Was my hero, truly.
Light
spectrums of color
fuse together
to make white-
light is beyond us.
Waning Vase
Thou wisheth to hoard beauty forever?
Then let beauty stay
Where beauty lay
And thou hast not a wilted flower
A thought-
The blank page-
How ominious.
But look!
It is blank no more.
The Ribbon Chain
She walks along
The prairie grass
The wind blows through her wake
She laughs and turns
Along with the years
The ribbon chain, it reaches out
And snaps about her wrist
She does not flee, but accepts her fate
An old one now, she waits
Lying in the grass
When she hears a ruffling
A little farther on
A prairie princess turns and looks
And shrieks ‘what a pretty dress!’
She wanders close, the old crone
Smiles, as she wraps the ribbon chain
About the child’s neck
Chiaroscuro
Two were one,
One was two,
The push and pull
Of eternal war
Always fighting
Neither yielding-
Dark and Light
Equilibrium
Of the seeing.
Without one,
The other ceases
To exist.
Words shall never…
The ash of passion
The page well read
Is shut, for a time
Waiting to be thought of
Again
Though print may fade,
And books may burn,
The Words shall never go unheard.
A Lack of Inspiration
Poetry, the fickle thing
Slaps you on the back
You cough out words
That are so black
Upon the paper white.
Then she will step away
For some other poor fellow,
And then leaves you stuttering
like an idiot.
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