Mark Scotting Poems

It’s Sunday afternoon just like any other, I watch
A southerly breeze caresses three palm trees
While, with fluid motion the clouds stream by
Captivating….
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With eyes wired shut
Immersed in the tenebrous
The white noise of night, seduces me
Decomposing, I melt into unconsciousness
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Storm clouds gather
Dusk approaches quickly now
It’s potent allure perpetually growing stronger
The barometers spiked
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It’s a warm summer’s night,
The Cicada’s sing their song.

Forsaken by the masses
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