Jonathan Colby Poems

Memory splinters and cracks in soft traces,
Through multihued truths; forward suddenly.
Together, perchance, a seasonal grace,
We may both do by each other kindly
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Dawns creeping fingers
harbours harbingers
of a prompt indecision,
in insincere derision,
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I dreamt of a sport
'I could be a diver'
She wistfully spoke
And the vision did run
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Lost in divine
time's measured shrine
benign elucidation springs
slaps the hand, snaps the strings
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Heralding with gilded words,
stoking the intention
of an embellished refreshment,
I spoke out Lunacy in the soft
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