Sara Dickson Poems

Second, blink and then it's gone,
Gone away, moving on,
Ticked by the needle slick and black
Thin and slender, bulk it lack,
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Blaze, sun, blaze you fire streak,
Above horizon ashen sneak,
Specked with brilliant heat from molten core,
Ball of flames such orange pumpkin,
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The death-calm took ahold of me
Swift, without cacophony
A sweet proposition
Whispered in my ear, and
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I am the chorale of the wistful songbird
Carried by the sirocco wind
Echoed amidst the mirthful gale
Should her soft voice gently bend.
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The tiger, garbed lavishly
In sunset oranges and murky blacks
Is the nomad of the cacophonous forest
And with a burning fire in his golden eyes
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Standing upon a dream carcass
I ponder
Who holds my identity
Since I am no longer me?
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The tempest has a restless heart
And a turbulent soul
And never will her fury end
Until she has complete control.
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I leant against the gnarled trunk
Of the tree of the grave
Whose brittle branches are the avaricious hands of eternity
Whose grim eyes mesmerize my own, and
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Creation is a peculiar thing
For it gives to every spirit life
Only to usurp it later on
Crushing it under death's cruel palm.
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The wolf, the twisted, wretched creature of shadows,
Sat in the center of the underworld,
Waiting for the next dying soul to come within his reach,
Controls the balance of life and death so cruel,
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