Linda Collins Poems

Loneliness comes on midnight winds,
To light upon your shoulder.
And the hours grow long, the night, black
Illuminated by the stark white faces of lost loves.
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Pointless poet that I am
Wandering lost amid the high walls of literature
I write my tragedy upon my soul
And edit with a quick slice to the throat
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The tapestry that my Lord weaves
Is beautiful and bold
Laced with loving stitches
From the youngest to the old
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