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the moon's unblinking eye
Harvest moon veils the field, dark lips pressed against silence; the night’s ears rise like daggers, cornstalks brood in their rows. A scarecrow mutters his curses, straw hands clawing the wind; the furrows remember old blood, roots whisper of famine and fire. Dreams drift like torn banners, caught on the teeth of the hedges; the moon watches, unblinking, as sleep is harvested too.
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Halloween, a seasonally
Halloween, a seasonally appropriate symbol (scarecrow) juxtaposing the rift and conflicts on a battle between us humanoid creatures and the wisdom of nature taking arms... Jesus?
peace, pot, tequila shot
Jesus loves us, stoned or not
Could very well be. But the
Could very well be. But the world is so confusing these days
here is poetry that doesn't always conform
galateus, arkayye, arqios,arquious, crypticbard, excalibard, wordweaver
loved the images this one
loved the images this one envoked. thanks for a great write
Oh, a true pleasure, I assure
Oh, a true pleasure, I assure you, dear ramonathompsont. Thank you for gracing this page.
here is poetry that doesn't always conform
galateus, arkayye, arqios,arquious, crypticbard, excalibard, wordweaver