Gary Scott Gebert Poems

Inside the walls, and down the stairs
I crept to hide from you.
Believing no one could enter, or escape
no one could touch what I needed to keep close.
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the first snowfall
we made snow angels

the yard white, wet
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underneath it all
a gathering of sorts -
idle thoughts,
a notion of success,
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Red sunrise, morning arrives
a snow bunting stirs the morning air -
crisp, as winter walks up our secret path.
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who takes baths anymore?
just to soak - to think about life,
or find inner peace
beneath a soapy mirror.
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Numb-bers

List me between the lines,
not fitting into your mold—
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The light peeks between the slats of the blind
creating today's first shadow upon our sleepless bed.

It's early, my mind already ahead of the clock
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A harsh moon washes over this tiny room
illuminating the worn floor boards, accenting every ridge
holding a lifetime of worn shoes and thinning socks.
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Go ahead and say it
speak what's on your mind -
but get to the point, because
so many times you talk out your face
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I stare at the monitor
indecipherable words with no meaning
trying to transmit my feelings
to release my pain
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