Eddie Roa Poems

She appeared softly into my twilight
In her trail a brilliant mane flowed
Like a cloud with myriad tiny suns and stars
An opalescent mantle of dreams and fantasies
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Don’t change the linen yet
It’s still warm
With charm and laughter
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Why can't a modernist be
more like an imagist? said one

A modernist's craft it seems
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Bare feet on glistening wet grass
A chorus of leaves rustling, humming
Wake my soul from its stupor
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You gave your love
Nonchalantly, obliviously
Like a day passing its memory
To tomorrow.
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Shark fins soup is nice
But it is vain indulgence
Save the maneater
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Wipe that sardonic smile
Your teeth are showing through
Jagged and glistening
They gnash exceedingly harsh
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When we got through our scholastic years
And have returned to youthful stomping grounds
Hello again to the sweet reality of being extramural
Relieved from reading tome upon heavy tome
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