Sun-tinged, morning appears, ghost shadows
stalk across paths. Outside
there are happenings of all kinds, masked by people blabbering.
The milk man enters, school rush is over
and shadows curl supinely
to sleep for another day.
Happily rolled her further away
from the melancholy prison,
she had naively vowed herself into,
each hideaway moment of the day.
The Summer breeze
kissing gently her bare knees.
Hair unclasped for a change
and attacking the sky in all directions
like streaks of auburn lightning.
Traversing the country lanes of her mind,
imagination dotting the horizon
with newly discovered flowers.
At the rainbow bend,
she smiles and winks at the wishing well.
Then whistling as carefree as a gentleman,
she splashes the sun shower puddles
one at a time just like she’s witnessed
the schoolboys around the Common do.
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In the wind is a lie
roaming across oceans
that are skeptical of the wind’s roving ways, eye lust.
Madman, the wind storms a penurious tree and returns soaring to high heavens.
Watches cluttered movements below for appraisal of world justice.
Mercenaries breathe with relief
as the wind calmly prepares another fresh manifesto.
winter horizon
an abandoned nest
memories of you
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spring moonlight
cradling you in my arms
singing you a lullaby
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