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[Bison]

You flatter me, RLW. Surely, the work of one as talented as yourself outshines even my best. Thank you.

[RhymeLovingWriter]

This makes me feel a neophyte once again, Bison , in a curious, wondering, way. I'll be back to have another look and would love to hear the commentary of other poets in the zone - those who keep me thinking and learning every time I log on.

[Bison]

Wait for morning eyes, caught up stars, aligned
I'm not walking up the stairs until your light's ablind
Winter's high, holding onto all my blues

Short cut hair, sublime, all my prickling cares
All your love, was it wasted there?
Heavy faith, what you holding through?

Shaking out the Syme, misplaced, out of time
May King, out my frame of mind
All those stories claiming mine, ain't it true?

What's it calling you?
All my failures, new
Winter's hold, lips all blue
I'll keep waiting too

Welter on my nears and a belter for my fears
I walked a line for no youth, now you veer
Glancing back, black eyes wide in the noon

Sevens on my triplet, I could only miss it
Once or twice, I've been twisted
'round and blisted by your lune

Still I'd pass on through
All my failings, so soon
Come the evening news
Always waiting, living proof