For tonight, two brand new poems! Hopefully q hasn't been here looking for them. I promise her some new stuff and I got a late start typing them up. First I had to look for something else. Then I had decide what poem I was going post and one of them had to be ornary. Oh course having a bit Pms right didn't help the matters either. Never or less, the poems got done.
First one is one that just came to me and I redid the ending tonight. The second one, I wrote last week and as I wrote the first part of the poem. I was looking out the window before going to work. Then at the lunchtime, wrote the second half. I might still rewrite the second half. No law says I can't have two verison of the same poem.
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For today -
those’s colors cut into me.
There was not of anybody’s blood
being pale against the maples’ red.
And what a folly to think like that.
Red is red, only the sliding shades
can tell of passion or death.
And it seem this year,
all it wants to do - is damn us all.
But what shade of life, will his hand
toss over us in the hour of prayers.
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A sweet day is by my hand,
not yours.
Gambling away a couple minutes
as the sun dresses the first frost.
In the yard, the bird’s wings
don’t warm the cold but knocks down
another oak leaf, opening winter earlier.
I toss the dice to this day
and rolled the snake’s eyes.
They were you eyes -
asking for another minute
before the hour ends.
No I’ll give my hour
to that oak leaf, now falling.