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    HIDING SKIES

    All the times we ran
    Warm chattering streams
    Snowy trodden paths
    Sacred forest gardens
    I have not forgotten
    But now, sorrow corners me
    Releasing poems upon my demise
    In to some prearranged existence
    As if a million gathering butterflies
    Melodic deficit, disorder
    Flower to flower
    Rhythmic border
    Beautiful reckless mind
    Where the universe resides
    Seeing this unfold
    And being absolute
    Nothing at all to blinded eyes
    But to those that seek the truth
    Hiding skies

    RDS
    THE SECOND


  • #2
    As if a million gathering butterflies
    in Melodic Deficit Disorder,
    Mexican Monarchs,
    striking out my tin ear
    Last edited by Johntee; 01-27-2020, 09:39 AM.

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    • #3
      cool poem ... I think somewhere in there it became disjointed, // broke off rhythmically. but it flowed well on the whole... kinda mirror of a butterfly. Then now I think, do you mean for it to be disjointed, or had Jonhtee's seeming correction worked?
      thoughts.
      thanks for sharing.

      the title's enigmatic and makes me curious.

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      • #4
        You have a beautiful way with words, TS.

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