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rhymesalot

Outpourings from a poor old porous mind

Day: June 9, 2016

Communique

~

Can a poet be a poet with nothing to say?

Can my words be precise when all is gray?

Does the sun ever shine on a gloomy day?

Why don’t lips and hands work the same way?

For to speak what I feel I would dearly pay.

If only to say “I love you” each and every day.

~*~

sck060916

Posted on June 9, 2016June 9, 2016 by Rhymesalot Posted in poetry, writing Tagged communication, introversion, life, little things, love, poetry, writing Leave a comment

Tomorrow’s Game

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Norms forever change,

reality is the same.

No one is to blame.

~*~

sck060916

Posted on June 9, 2016June 9, 2016 by Rhymesalot Posted in haiku, poetry Tagged fate, haiku, life, little things, nature, poetry, time Leave a comment
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