A kink in my neck tells me
To surrender to the acceptance
of my denial of my true self
Hiding in the shadows of illusion.
The wind flowing over my face
Marking time in waves
Splashing on the rocks
Of my form temporal.
Music playing the beat in my brain
With sharp spears of sound
Giving my thoughts sleep
And filling the void eternal with song.
( Summer 1997)
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Heh, good to know that you have been reading Frame of Reference lately, or did you take that from some other collection?
I always liked that poem, and more to come????
I will work on some more. My promise is to make them short. To be able to say something of value in as few words as possible...that is my interest in and use of poetry.
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