Aaron Brown Poems

The smoke-tainted wind
brushes graceful fingers
through skeletons of leaves,
discussing the night in whispers
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January's frozen breath
chilled February's dreams.
March's steady thaw
soothed April's little fears.
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Midnight‚
My forest of dreams...
Movement all around
But only in sound,
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When the poet set out to capture poems,
building cages of paper and ink,
shouted she in vain at reluctant words
to come lay down within them.
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ashes and snow
drifting in soft and low,
falling ever so end over end
drawn over the foreground,
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Flitting amid the bright lanterns
of stars in a winedark sky
is a way to live and be
for backyard moths and I —
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She stands behind me
in everything that I do;
while I live worlds away
she waits for me to come back to her.
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taking the victory, let none escape
ensuring no vengeance takes shape
through murder, pillage and rape
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Fear has strength. It grips,
squeezing away the breath of dreams,
crushing the faith of heroes down in
the depths of memory's heart.
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Raisin
Wrinkled morsel
Formerly plump round grape
Sun-dried, shriveled, concentrated
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