Bradley Flowers Poems

</>One could say:
There are petals for every flower
A record of moments
Every so many years
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There is an alluring feeling
The way the eyes sink low.
they touch to the lids- then shutter
The closed moments that feel like eternity.
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I Swayed beautifully and
I felt the colors once.
It was purple and violet.
I let shimmer and be gently quixotic.
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The bird that dives
the fish that flies
dinner drop and lost at shore
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There are pictures on walls

Some dirty, others blanketed and dusty.
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Visiting my mother, room 32 in ICU
Life truly starts and sparks ignite
Grinding friction from the facts of life
Pushed and forced by flow and strife
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Memories last, I feel them.
Like the future, they stay.
Aged and colored gray
They do Wrinkle though from time
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This place, the dry air burns
Thy bird on a moon well
Dependence fly’s down
The shallow, my Soul singer
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At first I'm obscure
Thus, I'm precreation
At the stand still of time
Soon to speak my mind
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With words I sleep away,
Hidden beneath what others lay
Like quince.
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