Vincent Bayer Poems

I feel you out there
World weary but still curious
Searching for words
To describe the intangible
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I love my thesaurus.
What intricate tapestries
Of velvet vernacular
can be woven from her eloquent thread.
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The past
rolls by Like a funeral procession
As you lie awake in darkness.
And sleep, and peace of mind, are strangers
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Dark
Are the shadows of the night.
Like wild distorted figures
In some half remembered dream
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I've used the word I
Enough times for one life
From now on
Its only you, us, and we.
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Subatomic voyager of the infinite
What stories you could tell.
Like cosmic Odysseus
Crossing the dark silent void
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Solitary blackbird
High up on a barbwire fence.
Your iridescent wings
Catching the late afternoon sun.
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The cruel wind cries
Like a wounded animal,
While the days crawl by
In a long slow death march.
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Wrapped in the soft shroud of daybreak
The tree tops rise above the veil of fog
Like slumbering giants,
Only half hidden by the earthbound clouds.
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Contained within this fragile vessel
Held within this mortal shell
The shimmering fire of intellect
Shines like a beacon from the void.
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