A couple of short poems
longing, dreaming, and love
Birds
Wind sighs
And tapered edges are caught
They rise
a flock of darkened maroon
takes off
each flap strikes air with a hush
They yearn
for the caress of the blue
I laugh
perched on a tall wooden stool
The bush
the force it tries to exert
It’s stuck
wishing to drift through the sky
How sad
Blind of their binds to the earth
Lover
The eyes of my lover
Must be made
Of some sticky thing
Rich caramel, perhaps
black tar, or glue
They catch my gaze
By the horns And whip me
All around, Pull me in
Keep me at bay,
Fill me up And leave
me craving, Begging
“Set me free
Let me sink
into Your depths
Consume me - please -
Release me”
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The Singer So Shy
She stood near the cold fireplace, watching the second-hand tick down to the hour. In another minute, the clock's bird would emerge and warble the hour. She reached up and touched the clock, tracing the gentle slope of the farmhouse roof, then trailing down the lilac strewn side, to the white fence framed dooryard. She wished she was there, where the air would smell of lilacs rather than smoke.
By Judah LoVato4 days ago in Fiction
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