Gerald Sedillo Poems

Her spirit rises; the dawn does fly
through unclear minds. Hawk overhead grasps
a white hare. I slip slowly above
her, looking as the fire bird, diving
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Birds with their coats azure
sing of the leaves, their ode the song.
Flies so quicly, time's strife
can't catch her; flight is what assures.
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Mooning through my cold
town's streets, solitude blades my
bruised heart. It begins
to rain and thunder. Like brass
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Waking up, I see it is the morning
and I ask myself why as I hold her
delicate shirt. Even in the same
room she was a seagull that was out at sea.
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Your memory chased me, a ravenous dog
pursuing a starvation-induced mania.
I would run and your shadow
caught me. A fly stuck,
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The craftsmen of alabaster wood and the
art of creation is life,
is love. Their eyes sparkles, gems
alive at the product made.
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Woman with her white washing
machine; forever whirling clothes,
soiled from days of endless
stresses. Her wait, the work soothing
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My test with front line Rhyme, enjoy

Into subtle minuets
grace, I lay my hand upon her
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The morning's fire of the breaking sun
tells me its time to go swim.
The water, cool, calls for me to float
along the bank, the clear crystal flows.
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Fallacy of the mind plays the
horn of its discord. Slave to my
own self, I am chained. Worry
is a whip that strikes me swift. A key
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