Anguish put on it's Winter face-
It's icy story embroidered into the snow
A brocade of cold that chilled to ones bone
A compassionless season where the sorrow just grows;
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It was the season of my childhood
Apple tree swings and cattails
The misty Seattle breeze and
My world
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Collective guilt tallies it's members...
Peruses over their years of past energies
Hops a memory flight back to Seattle
And concludes that their gooses might be cooked! ;
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Her demeanor can be ever so bleak
As her fascination with death overwhelms
Her heart as hardened as the grave stones she visits
Grey days and muted tones-her aura
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So caught up in your brown eyes
The rest of the world just fades to grey
Ours is the colour of loves keen brilliance-glistening
Grown over decades of deep love-done our way;
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Oh how yesterdays carosel still makes me swoon
Dizzying attitudes surround the brass ring
Contrary lessons in the music once played
Up and down-round and round-the circles they sing;
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Maybe it is him.
Maybe reading him has
Become my new religion.
An exercise into sophistication
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Same old slippers?
Same old rice?
Same Old glimpse
Of Paradise? ;
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Long and hard
The bantering
Shook my eardrums
Drunken revelery
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My Life has been a Public Intrusion
The 1970's through to today are identified
Vetted and vetted again
After too long a buriel
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