Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

Mirrored are those eyes,
We turn our own away from quickly.
Instantly we see ourselves reflected.
To refuse admitting,
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It is not the increase,
Of tragedies released upon others.
And ourselves.
That has us stunned and numbed,
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I've been waiting for you.
To see through and undo,
My attitude of protection kept.
An attitude for someone special,
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It takes awhile,
To find one's rhythm.
With it to discover,
Each note of it selected...
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A seed to plant,
Is seldom unconsciously done...
Without a meant intention.
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I almost lost myself.
Over you.
No eating or rest did I get.
Over you.
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Truth is seldom,
Welcomed as a friend.
The moment it appears on the scene,
People are heard demeaning it.
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Opened are the eyes,
Returning from trips...
Fantasized,
On cruises through delusions.
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Neither diplomatic.
Or on automatic.
Are the sighs sober.
Dramatically emphatic.
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Getting comfortable with chaos?
Doing it with it done.
And having fear appear.
Although none is near to come.
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