on a shimmering sea
waits a setting sun
to watch its image
and the ever young waves
unconcerned of scolding stacks
depositing froth around them
in protest
a daily sight in a clear sky
when thoughts flow bold and shy
to the horizon they fly
i don't know why
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I sand with a different set of eyes
the hollowness of brash business
appeals no more
what seems mundane
stands for creations
the mutterings of water hugging dry soils
is just agreeing to support
the buried seeds
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on the oft taken road
i walk slow to catch
the magic of early mornings
tricks that sunrays play
through the water droplets
reveal the little rainbows
sitting on dark crinkled leaves
the grotesque shadows of ants
on the serpentine bridges of roots
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at the gate stood an undecided i
remembering unoiled hinges
holding her delicate hands over it
and the noise
followed by quick footsteps
waking up a napping population
the memories still hang there
along with the aroma
from the garden
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The echo mocks me
am I shouting into the darkness
just to hear my own voice
a revisited question
there is no kindness
in these stone walls
just granite resignation
but they hide the tears well
mingled with the falling rain
salty osmosis
matching my psychosis
#SenseWrds #656
sometimes
a moment is golden
and one inner joy
unique, fleeting,
exquisitely pure and candid
stretches its limbs
from sleeping depths
to singular knowledge
standing
alone,
fresh,
in its own truth, its heartbeat,
its simple
recognition
unlocked,
and
living
#Sensewrds 656
You sense my silence,
an internal monologue grown cold
a bluish tinge to my mood
lost in the department of the past
you squeeze me, stroke my hand
but still you feel the sorrow
one more dead man walking
one more body to bury
one more tear stained face
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Motion, emotion,
I wander dark streets,
our history haunts
like private murals
Banksy tributes to lost loves,
the elephant is the room?
are you coming back soon?
#SenseWrds 655
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A gilded view, anachronistic?
a relic from a past gone age,
or the nucleus of a new beginning
the grit, causes irritation,
but from this something grows,
an item of beauty,
collected and strung up,
hung against naked skin.
#SenseWrds 653
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Sublimation
You, like an opalescent dew drop
More precious than gems
Disappeared in light
Like morning mist in the sun
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Nonchalance, the weapon of choice
Against a simple confession of devotion
Lies deflated at the entrance
To the chasm
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Escape
In the silence of the night
When flowers droop
Floating in a sea of darkness
Your echoes call
Serenading consciousness
An oblivion of sleep
Just one more cut away
Until escape
Where flights of fancy
Take me to another you
Matt Guntrip
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