Kyle Stengline Poems

Where to sit in a vacant room?
Filled with stories of yesterday's with ideas that shaped the day,
then the next.
And what here? An item overlooked?
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Discovery is a prize
in which the whole world lies.
And when you open that box
there's nothing more than a clever fox
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Slow, careful steps, to the front door.
That mystical emotion behind the blinds to sanctuary.
Wild, riveting looks appear through swaying curtains,
And the door, creaks open just a crack,
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This light, I feel, has only made it colder.
That is why all winds blow to the east.
If I hurry now, I can make it by the light of day,
but what is it worth to me?
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Through woods riddled thick with snow and sheltered by weighted branches on high. A bridge o'er a moat, I stumbled by. Though heavy feet weighed me down, I rambled on through. On crossing this quaint little way, a stream right below, a small rabbit caught my
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Alas! In the sum of this world I've come down to one of a few treasures. One of which stands before me underneath the infinite light. To sum up the words spent in this note; I want to thank you for being you. To elicit the emotions running through my mind, I thought it best to write them. Mostly, it's the fault of time that shortens our encounter, but in the same notion it has also brought us here. So, you stand before me, the accolade of my life. And just as simply, no words could find me. Thus you receive a letter. Though my speech has been deterred, the blank pages of this world found such verbiage, thus I present them to you:

Inspiration wove a tapestry into such magnificence, I found myself enveloped by it. You've undoubtedly added to its splendid color. I see in your eyes the threads that make it whole. The completeness of which could not have been manufactured without you. And so an unaccustomed tapestry hangs ornamentally magnificent; bearing the strength that time will never wear. Once more, thank you for being you.
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