dry dry dry
everything's so dry
lush green of spring crackles brown
autumn arrives with nary a sound
just this turning, this emptying
this endless sigh
you say all's well
but I don't see it
cry cry cry
all I want is to cry
mourn the loss as death surrounds
seasons spin their merry-go-rounds
just this whirling, this dizzying
this long goodbye
you say all's well
but I don't see it
fly fly fly
improvise on the fly
test of wings, gliding splashdown
geese convene as gaggle's southbound
just this waiting, this transiting
low-key standby
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Magpie Pearls
Poetry~ This poetic journey started when I began questioning why I write poetry. The assumption I'd come across pearls of wisdom to impart is quickly challenged by readers of "Magpie Pearls", leading me to explore truth in a broader sense. Is truth univer...
