Vaughn Wood Poems

“Who am I, you ask? ”

I am a narrative in the making,
A happy ending not yet told;
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Not many days hold the power of such parody,
Where reflection bids a respectful bow.
Catastrophic at first glance,
A single day full of heartbreaking events.
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The negotiators have gone silent
Now only ink need be applied
Like blood covering sin’s demise
Hard to believe a tree ceased to exist
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The wait kills the man;
A necessary death nonetheless,
Leaving him unanswered,
Sensationally demised.
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The moment I laid eyes on it I knew
there is life beyond this grave.
I was not meant to be restrained
by my own lament.
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Professing to be wise
With mouth wide open
Elaborating details
Yet barely alive
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Parched lips are the result
of a conversation needed.
But honest feelings shared
go down like soured wine,
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It’s not too often you get a moment with one so wise
Wisdom appears in many shapes and colors
But one must be careful
So do lies
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Your stench is that of an unwelcomed guest
Unseen nightly, yet clandestinely
Hiding underneath my bed.
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The old man whittled a point
on a stick he found nearby.
Worry had been a lifelong companion
and now he was wondering why.
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