Charlotte Ballard Poems

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11.
Beautiful

What is the measure
Of Beauty
Within my hand?
Is it in my hair
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12.
Six Minutes

Six minutes until the turn of the clock.
Five minutes until I must get up.
Four minutes to muse and delight myself.
Three minutes to ponder the nature of self-
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13.
Honor Bright

Honor is a pretty thing,
Bright and shined
Yet easily lost, not soon
Regained.
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14.
You Come Too

You Come Too

I'm going to write a poem now, a little thing-
Not much to it. A line, a verse, a meter
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15.
A Poet's Heart

Who knows what's is in
A poet's heart-it could be
Rainbows and candy apples
Ferris wheels or Topsy Turvys
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16.
Two Watchers

I saw a leaf fall today
Burnt orange oak
Drifting down alone -
All its fellows
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17.
My Lying Fault

That a child mixed a broken breed
Purposely denied her own fault
In it. I did not cry wolf out to My
Lagging defenders, nor know that
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18.
Echoes

I watch as a slim
Young man, dressed in
Tweeds and patches on the
Elbows, squats down with a handful of
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19.
Inspiration

They say muses
Are allotted to writers,
Poets, and such.
Mine must be
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20.
The Cat

He lingers near the edge with spotted paws;
Near the ceiling, standing tall,
He surveys the land beneath, ruler over all.
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