moon batchelder Poems

i found an ancient tome today,
of far more ancient poetry.
the book of poems, itself,
was twice as old as i will live to be.
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inspiration
soft fragrance upon gentle breeze
transient - a vagrant as if,
passing through.
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he's smug, opinionated and controlling
manipulative, self-absorbed and vain.
a know-it-all know-nothing
while extolling
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i'm better off a myth to them;
misunderstood, unknown.
a reference point or allegory,
a story that they've grown
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o beautiful bees, my sisters
with your delicate faerie wings
and tiny fingers, but for your sting
you know i'd hold you in my hands
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a rose should have thorns!
as a cat should have claws.
the rarest things all follow
similar laws...
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wind whispers - rustling leaves
regardless of ears to hear;

fragrance lingers on the breeze
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he's touched me deeper than my body,
deeper than my thoughts,
much more than lust or satiation,
more than trust. for like as not,
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my god, my lover is, my self;
my heart, it's highest thought, my soul;
the very air, my only breath,
my god in truth is all of this.
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a butterfly won't linger til it's wings
are torn and tattered,
as if only one thing mattered:
it's own being.
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