this morning I awoke with that
ache... that feels like Louisiana crying.
the meter exempt from time
...
I think I finally got it,
the truth in stone statuary
of course he felt better
...
If wishes were raindrops
if wishes came true
the sky would be green
the grass would be blue
...
This poem, I leave for you
in a poets dream reminiscent
She wrote like no one was looking
...
I am stuck on the entropy,
on messy grammar
along with finger flagging
you down
...
she now knows of my garden
The tenants and the fill
that grow my inner sustenance
…and keep my waters still
...
it seems that I find you often
like a shell, on the beach
tucked away
...
I believe the answer lay
in motion
facing patterns
in traditional, duplicit
...
I wish I could truly tell you
how beautiful I think You are
how I admire your will
your gifts
...
as I ponder about true pixel perfection
it only raised more, more and more questions
of colors, saturation, white points and hues
the settings you've set
...
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Louisiana Crying
this morning I awoke with that
ache... that feels like Louisiana crying.
the meter exempt from time
spoke to cobwebs and stained glass,
I felt old, and they understood
within and without, that
sad songs play to
a packed studio of shadows.
'the dust always gathers'
Its a lot like that.