I’m writing a poem with a camera obscurer
Alone in the dark with my pen and a mirror
I’ll copy all the words, line for line
Just shapes through a lens, better than mine
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At the glass’s edge all becomes clear
Words arranged, scribed without fear
Reflections honest, colors vivid and true
Time imagined – visions of you
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By hearth embraced for evermore
Framed with care, hung by the door
Shadows of day will come and go
Our depth’s captured, forever aglow
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Twas a fable yet scribed I chanced on a trail
Whilst adjusting lapels on my shiny chain-mail
Running behind by fast falling hail
When caught by surprise by a soon too late snail
Rushing past for the tour of a mighty blue whale
A little boy followed, arms all a flail
Yelling and screaming and waving a pail
Fearing for life, I ratted out the snail
Thus rightly rewarded a tasty round quail
I plucked a plume, it barked a wail
I flew to the pub and grabbed me an ale
I asked of bread, it answered stale
I ordered steak and was given kale
Complained to a waiter who proceeded to rail
Then I was bounced out, back onto the trail
Went in head first and came out on my tail
Now bumps and bruises read like braille
Poking and prodding will always fail
The highs and lows of a musical scale
Whilst the notes remaining … twas this tale
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If to imagine a perfect life;
paths of ease and little strife,
morning smiles and a noon surprise,
sunsets reflected in each other’s eyes.
Our eve’s playful, toying future schemes.
Nights shared cuddling, kissing and living our dreams.
The sun then will rise for me and you.
Each day a new start of our lives anew.
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Why must I rise so early from bed?
Why don’t the thoughts leave my head?
Why can’t my answers pass the test?
Why do my dreams never rest?
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Why does every day need a new start?
Why won’t this passion leave my heart?
No, I don’t want to write anymore!
Unless that’s what all this feeling’s for?
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