Day: August 14, 2025

All Ends Dwell

I’m sorry I have no poem today.
I’ve actually started two.
But I have no endings.
So I’ve nothing to share with you.
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Fortunately there are tomorrows.
Perhaps I’ll end them then.
Or maybe this is a metaphor;
for the fickleness of the pen.
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Many things get started.
Only some will see an end.
But until there’s a conclusion,
a finish, we can pretend.
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So I’ll pretend my poems are great.
They start off really well.
And I’ll imagine it’s a perfect day.
For the unknown we shouldn’t dwell.

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Ain’t  Try’n Deny’n

I won’t even try to deny

Truths are seen in your eyes

A blink, wink or a glance to sky

Staring down when feeling shy

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The squint when angry, wide open when not

That alluring flutter from the heart

The shedding of tear for fallen friend dear

Or the bright sunny glow when friends are near

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I love all their faucets and all I’ve eyed

I love them closed, safe by my side

With mornings gaze lies cannot hide

When loving eyes cannot be denied

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