Daily Archive: March 5, 2020

The Sun Melts

The sun melts Crimson pools spill across the horizon staining clouds oranges, pinks, purples A beacon? Welcome, Night The moon waxing, waning, in a perpetual dance with an ever-jumping cow A harbinger? So…

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Windmills of your mind…

   Windmills of your mind Grandfather told me often, life move quickly, make the good day last longer and forget the bad days. Now old age is upon me, the windmills of my… Continue reading

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Why Do Violins Look So Alone?

Originally posted on malleable art:
I was a mile away, smoking pot in Carl’s car Yet the song wafted over and I felt fuckin’ zen Clambered out the door for fresh air that…

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My grandfather’s rose bush…

    My grandfather’s rose bush My grandfather loved his roses. He would care for them and ensure they survived the Winter. He was a story-teller and he loved his story of the… Continue reading

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You are my Springtime…

You are my Spring time     Cold days and colder nights, heavy clothing burden, I shall forget. You stand in the April sun, showing me, tender shoulders blessed by the sun and… Continue reading

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