Small Poems # 17 Poem by JOE POEWHIT

RING TRUE

Songs fill the empty sky.
Beyond a place in motions time.
There to feel the quiet earth.
Trying to find a nestled place.

HUSH LOVE

Places raptured beyond any repair.
Twilight fills the empty holes.
There only for a forgotten kiss.
Beyond any mortal form of bliss.

CAPTURE MOMENTS

Beyond all calling of mother earth.
Trying bliss plants its seeds.
Grasping toward the warming sun.
Flowered soon in the chill of air.

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