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Wednesday, January 05, 2011


But how those crystal eyes stared back at me!
Grand ecstasies sparked through my soul and mind;
disarming and distracting harmonies
obscured my scrutiny and made me blind.

I waited, waited - how I darkly pined!
Some desperate, thrilling, growing hopefulness
turned ravenous at every sound and sight –
then soon fell, plummeting to hopelessness.

And I remember - stubbornly - with bliss -
at how each word and stolen brush and glance
drew joyously, exultant like a kiss,
upon my steely thoughts…as if to dance.

But not today – there still remains a space -
where cruel, blue plastic mocks your worthy place.


  1. I'm loving that last couplet! I cherish the vividness and unusual-ness of the cruel, blue plastic.

  2. Empty blue plastic chairs are very cruel. :(


A word is dead
When it is said,
Some say.

I say it just
Begins to live
That day.

- Emily Dickinson

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