Scott Ransopher Poems

Yesterday her black hair flew with the wind
Her beauty he could not have just ignored
But her love he could not possibly win
He fears his heart could be sliced by a sword
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Her friend's long skirt makes plumes across the sand;
She lies here listening to the whispering sea
That sends its ancient answers far inland,
And tries to pull their meanings into her.
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People surround him, yet he's still alone.
He enjoys the dark, but he fears the light.
He once was warm, now he's cold to the bone
How can he possibly survive this night?
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FALSE SPRING

Fat hyacinth bulbs,
Roused by a warm winter sun,
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You pace the fence with timeless strides of grace.
Along the white slats you are entertained
By dancing patterns of the oak lace.
You own this land that you have been ordained.
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Square numbers in the box flipped toward the hour
And in her car, the spotted windows sealed,
She. Measured pavement respirated foul,
Oppressive heat. The roadside view, concealed.
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The strongest thing on the earth is not made,
By the hands of a man or by machine.
It is not a stone of diamond or jade
And still has remained untouched and unseen.
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To see the earth so red and freshly tilled,
Brought pain and sorrow for this barren land.
Her empty soul did ache to understand.
Yet then, she heard a lonely whippoorwill.
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She thinks about you every day
It feels like she's having bad dreams
Why did you have to go away?
You've been gone so much longer than it seems
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