Amy PattersonBocchi Poems

Bug splat
On the windshield
No camouflage
Nowhere to hide
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Judgement Day
Our sins are counted.
Earth's destruction nye.
What is important? Regrets?
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Water ripples the bank-
In the shadows of Echo's great mountain.
He lies prostrate over the edge,
Staring intensely into the pool.
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Is happiness a tame form of pleasure?
Contendedness- barren plains.
Pleasure thrills, happiness dulls.
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Prickly, Pale, powder-coated pines.
Still serenity, tranquil solace.
Broad padded paws on impoverished plains-
Salivating desire for pursuit.
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Confined to pot, on another she depends.
Complacent the gardener has become
Forgotten the need for food and sun.
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Where do you stand?
While others forsake,
Mock.
For those you truly love?
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Art & Balance
Opposites
We strive for one,
And love the other.
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Beautiful Bonzai
How one labours in love to sculpt your delicate branches.
Do you want your branches trimmed?
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