grace mariner Poems

Let me come in she asked,
knowing the answer before it came.
And he, with his awkward charm,
adds mortar to brick to seal any chinks that may
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Silence burns like fire in my breast.
I speak of nothing to save something unseen by the eyes,
Like a vampire, I wait for the invitation to enter...
but it never comes.
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I see you peer over the frozen landscape.
You went dormant, like the Mother during
that frozen February.
Your mist and flow stifled, shape shifting
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Tonight we dance among the scattered leaves.
Their colorful cloaks enchant the eye, the richness
of their crackle and crunch delights the ear.
Harvests end has arrived!
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You knew where I was then, where I am still.
I cannot know the tale for it was not mine to hear.
And so, I wait...and wonder.
The phantom stalking me at my vulnerable hour.
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She is a perfect peach.
Soft and round, her rotting inside only revealed in
her self destruction.
Our crutches turn against us, defiling our best efforts
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Your ghost haunts my halls in visions of parking lots
and diners and low budget hotels.
You had to vanish and so you did, leaving behind
these corpses in their wake.
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Messages come to me from universal energy.
We speak in words only the other can hear.
I call forth what I need and a sign is delivered.
A No Caller ID message sent when I need strength.
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Oh those demons we befriend!
The monsters we create of each other and ourselves
with our atrocities!
If we think on it too long, we will drown in the sorrow of it.
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There is a story, a tale unspoken.
It whispers of magick, some of the supernatural,
others of smoke and mirrors.
It is terrifyingly beautiful,
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