Bob Blackwell Poems

No Voices


Mind empties
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We can…
notice nature suffers,
how pretty flowers wilt
in heat of midday sun,
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Early Morning,
Feeling weak
Hands shake,
Tummy Trembles,
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Shades of life return,
as our sun, brush paints
a landscape of love,
to brighten up our globe.
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Sky, a cold steel blue, patchy dark grey clouds,
the part sunny day, holds no happy smiles.
Unseen go warming sun, the joyful faces;
sadness rules this now discontented soul.
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As I fly high above our world in
such a clear azure and cloudless sky,
I listen to the roar of the wind, and
hear the crash of waves upon a shore.
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For some a sad sort of day,
a day to lounge about, no
inducement or motivation,
no reason for stimulation.
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I watch as the days brightness alters
from sunrise, sunset, nightfall,
to when the moon and stars light up,
and I can see the Milky Way.
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Erosion

Starts
with empty churches
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One by one the string of words
make sentences and verses.

They describe
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