Category: metaphoric


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I resign

(it is smart)

from this bind

(for my heart)

It is so unkind

(and other parts)

There is still time

(to begin a new chart)

Let reason go; the focus is rhyme

(press restart)

My back will align

(to release the beating of my heart)

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She vowed

knowing how

few, do

She gave

to save

you from you

But she’s real

and she feels

too

So, now

hold up her prow (it’s yours)

to do

Love, always her choice

listen to this voice

she speaks

to you

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Taking a back seat

may be the best choice

for taking in

all the beauty

along the roadside

instead of risking

a likely crash

as driver, if you fail

to notice the signs

of an upcoming dead end

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If a heart has holes in it

joy leaks right through

This dampens hope

rendering it unable

to repair so many tears

Thus, hope reaches

for the protective coat

of love’s sweet embrace

before joy runs out

In union with love

hope finds strength to mend

this worn, torn heart

so once more, it can

hold joy inside

 

 

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There are two sides, if sides

must be taken; then taken

each side is a right side

(if sides need be labeled so)

A right angle is formed

if sides meet in the middle

to share the space of the

newly connective corner

Photo 46

I found myself today

I had been lost in the moment

as I walked toward a distant light

I looked upward to see the most brilliant blue

but not to feel it; I breathed deeply

without holding my shallow breath

Beauty filled these brimming eyes as

I stood before an ever-changing world

I saw the hope of my future while

the despair of my past faded from view

And although death’s darkness had

stolen irretrievable bits of my heart

life firmly grasped my waiting hands

 

 

 

 

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Round, round, round; outside, then in

so this revolving life does spin

all to the tunes of their coming in

Filling up, filling in

every space inside my head

until it weighs a lot like lead

mixed up with a bit of dread

from things said, to the things unsaid

just never what you had in mind

though like a love-lost fool, you’d pined

for the times before, left behind

when everyone seemed more of one kind

Round, round, round; inside, then away

leaving you sad-songed from the fray

Through the door to find the way

a bit dizzy, you pick up the day