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Few Morn

LOVE

Think you that my love is crystal frail
Its death knell one High C
Or see it as I do - a Holy Grail
And endless as the sea
Unlike the sea it never ebbs or wanes
But ever fills and floods
And if my artistry should cause you pain
Its chemistry is blood....


HAIKU

Prose the darkened window
All things seen,
but dimly
Haiku the mirror


MOCKINGBIRD

Making music in the morning
Often sounding like a lark
Cautious seldom in the daylight
Kin to hawk in bravery's spark
Intent to every creature passing
Need must all who do beware
Glaring all that heedless venture
Brashly fly at all who dare
Isn't nature strange in sight
Rage contained in gray and white
Dawn dividing song from fight


MOCKINGBIRD HAIKU

Sings the mockingbird.
Infinitely random,
Invitation to spring.


MVEMJSUNP

Much too near the fire and lifeless in its frantic pace
Vision shrouded in the mist an enigmatic second place
Enlightened sentience so we think perfectly aligned in space
Maligned in fiction peopled with a warlike race
Justly honored for its size sporting with a dancing host
Shattered remnants from the past tenuously line the circling ghost
Unknown secrets shielded from the passing race
Never known despite a glowing face
Perversely nearer sowing discontent for most


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