Tag: Pom
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River Ode
The lavender skin river whispered with a maiden’s call. Bonnet curls kissed her banks in a flush of forgiving tears for the trawlers bruising her mercy and calm, each departing an oily scar that dispersed in the flow, for the water is never mean this cold season to those that whip her …
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Beyond the Dying Cloud
When a cloud dies doves and eagles dip their wings in mournful ‘memberance. When the sky dies it rots black in despairing soot of ash and pain. When the moon dies it’s mourned by the elliptical kisses of the planets beyond. When a planet dies the universe gently cradles it and lullaby’s…
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On this Acre of Unspoiled Comfort
On this acre of unspoiled comfort the hard winds blow once again now. Through this acre of unspoiled comfort the house falls once again now. This acre of unspoiled comfort so unlike a broken cry. This acre of unspoiled comfort once so sun caressed with smiles. This acre of unspoiled comfort once standing on unburied…