Deb Fowler Poems

The sky was the softest blue
scattered clouds painted on a canvas
stretched out before me
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Red hat
flops,
broad grin,
kind brown eyes
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I say I don't know how to
breathe without you as you
leave, your return unknown,
unwise, unfair
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You leave so quickly
into the night
followed by my thoughts,
footsteps that pace in your mind
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Jagged clouds
touch the sunset
gray disturbs orange
a chance meeting
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My pen hovers above white paper
words stumble in my mind ready
to spill in rich black ink
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I love a man
his skin is black
I love his laugh
his skin is black
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No-One comes
to stay in her blue
room with the white
bedspread, flowers
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The wind danced all night
through tall knitted pines
a full moon cloaked in grey
crept from east to west
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