Achim Wollscheid Poems
|82.||I'Ve Got Friends||12/20/2009|
|84.||A House Is The Building Or Structure In Which One Lives||12/29/2009|
|85.||Are Dreams Escapable?||2/14/2010|
|86.||Every Dying Color Lays In The Street||10/12/2009|
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Every Dying Color Lays In The Street
Fall is damned!
Every leaf of every tree sheds
as the balding of a man's head.
The pigments are beautiful,
but they're trampled on the ground:
the oranges, yellows, reds and browns!
My eyes find the most horrendous thing;
children plummet into the heaps
that I submissively raked up yesterday.
Each day in Fall I wake from a torpid nature.
It pains my limping limbs;
the eyesore of many gardening tools.
Why can it not be the time of fresh new ways?
When the weather is warm and replenishing
like the admirable season, Spring.
Always, around this ...
God Of Dawn
Your lit face, wholly fine every way
Dresses rooms to ornate display
We're jumping around like you are the sun
Nursing every languished one
Like the definite arm that cradles us all