Small Poems # 15 Poem by JOE POEWHIT

SMALL SAILS

Tiny jib like sails balloon.
Gusty wind a salty seas.
Bottom lies beneath the waves.
Down below the sky is blue.

WINDS

Wind swept in quiet hours.
Splendid bliss rapture me.
Feeling cool by southern winds.
Merrily my life passes by.

COLD SPOTS

Lilly bless ring in spring.
Shadows hidden from forgotten lore.
Placed chambers for my heart.
Solitude the perfection of bliss.

copyright 1993 POEWHIT
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