Lonnie Hicks Poems

To Love No More
is a dreary trek,
a trudge across
frozen ice above
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Lift me down again
that always feels new;
Twirl me down again
to cure my dizziness.
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She was without her Spring
seeming born from childhood to only Winter Cold
and I was drawn to her for that reason, it seemed.
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They found her dried tears
at the beach
beneath the sand;
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You are my dance-time lover
the one who dances dances dances;
while I sit at the table
with my husband.
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Her map of the world is different than mine
there is no north south east or west
everything is centered in Middle-Earth
and all things had some similar priority.
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If I write the perfect poem
then my creation
mocks me
because it is perfect
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Happiness in the dictionary pages

ricochets between
hap and hapless,
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She lay sleeping
like Beauty
awaiting a kiss.
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So I said to him
'Why did you do it'
and he said 'because I wanted to.
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