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Month: April 2020

Under a Tree

the tree
fire plays
I stand back
to let it
burn

the tree is white
with unbearable
light
we stand
apart

the tree is green
with singing
I stand
near
to hear

the tree is blue
never saw one so
before this
I under
stand

By kaplopblogin Recent PoemsApril 29, 2020February 16, 202145 Words

Seeker of Forests

a venture of blood I
break for the forest

where the earth trembles
when a leaf falls

light combs
the trees

moss murmurs
in the shade

there to savor
what seasons me

 

By kaplopblogin Early PoemsApril 7, 2020April 16, 202127 Words

The Visit

from my window across
an empty street
I join them
for a moment of joy

in one arm
her baby
at the end of the other
hip high
her daughter in red
dances
into the county jail

I reckon her on her way
to free her father
with
a visit

By kaplopblogin Recent PoemsApril 6, 2020February 27, 202339 Words

Sense

seeing
needs light

hearing
some distance

smell
just knows

touch
takes risks

taste though
makes the most

sense

By kaplopblogin Early PoemsApril 4, 2020May 10, 202118 Words
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