TRAIPSING SIREN OF NIGHT New moon clothed in silken folds whispery scarf of silver stars are held captive by mysterious glimpse of cheeks curved alabaster icy jangle of the quaking aspens serenade the milky way as moonlit beams are cast aside drifting temptingly reflection of the unclad moon perfect radiant beauty captured by dark eyed ponds and held momentarily for all to see then gauzy clouds whisper in and clothe in silken flowing robes the traipsing siren again by Sheryl McCurdy |
POETRY |
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CARRIED AWAY ON SPIRALS OF SMOKE Lifting push pins releasing snapshots from the old wall curling memories flutter like butterflies in a breeze and they fall they fall to the floor like so many leaves on a crisp Autumn day feet shuffling through and then raking into a pile they burn they burn so well a tiny spark growing to a fiery blaze sending out a pungent smell finding a way to escape that scent carries me along on those spirals of smoke... to a place I once belonged by Sheryl McCurdy |
MIDI: WITH OR WITHOUT YOU |
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