When Poppies Fade

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When poppies fade, our memories

Are washed in sepia, photo sleeves

With tattered corners tucked away

In dusty albums’ slow decay.

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When poppies fade, recollections

Fall, dead leaves in mass defections,

Crumble-dry beneath bare branches,

Blowing lost in frozen trenches.

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When poppies fade, awareness slips

From senseless, heartless fingertips,

Petals blanched, without their power,

Bloodless loss, amnesia’s flower.

 

Between the Lines

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It’s true. Lines are

more prominent than

they used to be. But if

you will read between

.

them, you will enter

my world – dreams

and ever afters, knights

and clashes with wicked

.

tyrants, notes stashed

in bottles and tossed on

foreign shores. Between

these lines lies a

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spirit-essence, a will,

a mind, a heart. Turn

the pages breathlessly

when suspense leaves

.

you hanging; linger long

where hope casts her

spell. Decode the jots,

decipher the plot

.

sketched out by

an author yet

unknown. Read me,

between the lines.

 

Reason Swirls

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Reason swirls in

rippled tidal waves,

schools of thought

propelled along rip tides of random compulsion;

Mind must master momentum

or be dragged to Davy Jones’ locker,

misled by swanky salesmen.

Lies ring true when artificial authenticity

sweeps senses out to sea,

when truth is misplaced

on the shelf next to pulp fiction.

The undiscerning dragnet

will troll for all species indiscriminately;

not every fish is worth the fry.

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‘…take captive every thought…’

The Web

Spider's Web Hens and Chicks

The web you weave caught hapless fly,

but now that I am grown, I spy

the trickery in every strand,

the feeding frenzy Evil planned;

so – no thanks.  Invitations sent

are recognized; their true intent

has been exposed, so say good-bye

to feeding on this wary fly…