Anne Rhitak Poems

I reach to grasp, my hands pass through.
The words evade, they are but smoke.
Thought has escaped, it is far gone,
My witless mind can work no more.
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A tree stands here, majestic and proud,
Another nearby, drooping and old,
The trees stand alone, so far yet so close,
Spreading their leaves, searching for sun,
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I’m trying so hard
To forget your face,
But I’m losing my mind
To the memories,
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Little bird, little bird, it’s time to fly,
To spread your wings, and see the world.
Soar with the wind, and sing your song,
Little bird, little bird, it’s time to learn.
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Rain pounds down upon the sidewalk,
Flooding ditches, drenching earth,
People hurry to and fro,
Umbrellas up against the drops.
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As I sit on the old chair
I look at my hand lying
On the table, both so worn
With use, and lined with age.
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The clock ticks, and rings a chime,
A signal of the passing time.
The night outside is brisk and cold,
But here we are, and you I hold.
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I’m walking on the train tracks
And waiting for the train,
I’m standing at a crossing point
And crying in the rain.
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There is no truth to the person I am,
ev’ry detail’s a bold-faced lie.
What seems to be is really not
in this world of confusion.
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I love you.
Just three words
To explain
My feelings.
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