born from a spring
from mother earth's womb
an adventurous child hood and teen
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in those days
as cavemen..man feared
the rumble and tumble in the sky
the lightning and thunder
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{INSPIRED TO WRITE IN THIS FORM AFTER READING
KARIN ANDERSON'S 'BUTTERFLY MAGIC'}
[ a poem of ten lines syllable count equating
to line number]
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a baby's chat goes on and on
it does not stop it with it's mom
a dog in the street
a leaf or a flower
...
a fleet of birds
in the sky
forming an arrow
cutting across the wind
...
we did see it in
each others eyes
the love which
we never shared in words
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HUMAN SHIELD
the order of the day with every cadre
BATTLE FIELD
brought into the habitant world
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nothing comes free..here
everything is tagged
excepting life...strange
life given to us not tagged
...
(not the season)
A spring
A perennial source of inspiration
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there it was..the moon
lying in the shallow rain water
a shaky moon..never
very sure of itself
...