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A Poem. Reviews requested. |
| A Poem If there’s another way to tell my tale Oh let me hear and sit Beside your lap to weep At the freshness of morning dew That crisply crunches underfoot And treetop’s verdant glow All masked in white and fractals The lonely traveler trope is cold And lifeless Beaten dead and left To sing its songs to no one in particular Though I have waged this war Since youth have fled Averted eyes still searching Muted tongue and seeking substance So will you play the storyteller Dear Sister / Dear Brother, Oh, will you mouth the words I’ve not the faintest heart to sing? And will you read my headstone when my song is sung? Or cast me out as soon my day is done? (-S.I.Bascome) Written for:
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