Day 228 - Spotlight

Turn it any way that you must

And you can admit that you missed the rust

But little else can be said of these

They were not even formed into keys

But if you were there to remember

They might have easily welcomed September

Summer moments need to wind down somehow

Bottom, to top and then down again are these now

Day 224 - Arching Ways

Centered life is not so easy

To peruse when halls themselves

Are endlessly without meaning

And cautioning one another

To lock into tiny spaces

Red aged entrances to holy sites

With whispered men in secret societies

Archways and intricate designs

All through the windows of camera lenses

Do archways endlessly divide

Day 38 - Drawn to Die

Drawn to Die

I live a simple quiet existence

Not much of it calls for persistence

I am silent and all-seeing

I need no words to describe my being

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She lives without much to say

Or so I assume anyway

After all if she was meant to speak

I would have given her a mouth between each cheek

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If I tried to express who I am

You would only consider me a lamb

I would rather you took me for sharp

Than for the hands on the harp

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Her existence is quiet, barely there

Yet formed with the utmost care

Surrounded by messengers she dare not lead

Her honesty is far too difficult to read

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I do not know what it is that I should state

Except that soon I shall bide farewell and dissipate

Scrubbing away all that I knew with a few strokes of pink

I have no true meaning or so the artist tends to think