Charlotte Ballard Poems

When I say
I love you.
You ask me
Why-
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A flash of purple, light and perfect
Flutters a welcome, cradling white
Curved around pink. Each blossom
Reflected back by silver liquid perfection
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A mountain-
Flat on top
As if sliced through
For a giant’s lunch
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Gray ash spills
Down a damp ravine into
Water surrounded by numb
Green witnesses.
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Perfect Greek
Like the Ancients taught
Bubbles out of my
Simple curious
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A leopard, black, sleek
Creeps on by my monitor’s desk.
His fangs are long cream colored
Points of grabbing death,
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My hand-print here I'm leaving
Not much that I am pleasing
I deliver my hope on a
One legged horse and tremble
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Truth is a slippery thing
Twisted by lies, or
Looks, or an expression
That begs for the reader
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A curve of blue
Like a fat bellied man
With his hands outstretch
Directing the choir praising
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Love is like a roller coaster ride
I’ve heard it told before
And perhaps, of course,
I’ll hear it once again.
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