Lorraine Margueritte Gasrel Black Poems

~~~***For my husband***~~~

All that glitters is not gold
So the wisemen say
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All the footprints on the wall
And thumbprints on the window
As your toys clutter room to hall
Loud your noise does bellow
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Morning awakes gasps

Surprized by a shooting star
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Harvest pumpkins glow

Imagine jack o lanterns
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Crescent Moon shining

as storm clouds tumble in rage
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Silence of dreamers

soundless space no echoes pierce
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My painting in words

dreams on canvas, perfect petals
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The Moon is waning

in retrograde Mercury
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A Zen moment suspended in space is
the sound of silence and the music of the spheres
non shall capture and hold the golden notes
that sing in all hearts and spirits
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Little explorer

running touching learning grows
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