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    Twilight's Farewell

    
    Her orchid folds
    glistening
    moist
    layers, gracefully
    swelling
    throbbing;
    a primal display
    urging night,
    "Descend".
    I inched
    toward the window
    to watch them
    touch;
    shades of blue
    fondled pink
    with crimson passion
    as I held my breath
    watching day
    kiss night
    farewell.
    
    Author - Cynthia Proctor
    Copyright © 2000
    


    Country Acre

    
    I wanna find an acre
    that I can call my own
    high-n-dry, affordably priced
    so I can get a loan
    
    I need ta find an acre
    a quiet little spot
    where I can rest my mind
    and smoke a little
    
    Oh, I gotta find an acre
    away from city lights
    ta hear the bull-frogs croonin'
    on a laid-back country night
    
    Author - Cynthia Proctor
    Copyright © 2000
    


    Way Back Then

    
    In childhood
    I knew
    and listened
    to your voice
    calling me
    into the rain
    where I giggled
    and laughed
    as you slipped
    and splashed
    sinking slowly
    under my skin.
    
    Author - Cynthia Proctor
    Copyright © 2000
    


    Eyes Of A Child

    
    Young and old watch
    as middle-aged anxiety
    shimmies, in gray flannel
    hand-over-fist
    till truth eases their grip
    returning contentment
    to all who see
    through the eyes of a child.
    
    Author - Cynthia Proctor
    Copyright © 2000
    


    Summer Morn

    
    Longevity elbows
    clear prospective
    opportunities to study
    and explore
    all that had passed
    blindly, before
    a heart
    full of love
    gliding, as beauty
    through a summer morn.
    
    Author - Cynthia Proctor
    Copyright © 2000
    


    Crude

    
    Black rivers
    flow crooked
    and stream
    to pockets
    covering
    the sun.
    
    Author - Cynthia Proctor
    Copyright © 2000
    


    Charm Bracelet

    
    Silver lines her wrist
    gray days, chained close, dangling
    melancholy charms
    
    Author - Cynthia Proctor
    Copyright © 2000
    


    Seeds Of Madness

    
    How boldly greed rips
    humanity’s vein
    when global discord signs the note.
    
    How freely blood red
    swirls indigo blue
    bleeding on white declarations.
    
    How true were they
    who lay face down
    patching our crumbled foundation.
    
    How sadly tears well
    from dominant quests
    and lessons unlearned, seed madness.
    
    Author - Cynthia Proctor
    Copyright © 1999
    


    Set In Gray

    
    Gray comfort
    not hot, or cold
    a metronome, set
    before time began
    to whittle acceptance
    constant, controlled
    it remains
    our usher of night.
    
    Author - Cynthia Proctor
    Copyright © 2000
    


    Can You Feel Me ?

    
    Can you feel me
    at first light
    when heaven clings to earth?
    Your eyes almost open
    as my lips slide past
    to touch the place
    that sparks
    and crackles
    in amethyst wisps
    of autumn air
    prodding you conscious.
    
    Can you feel me
    on evenings
    when mirror mist trickles?
    Your neck snaps around
    as my hand glides down
    to trace the skin
    that teased
    and pleased
    in sweet-smelling sheets
    of eau d'carnage
    seeding redemption.
    
    Author - Cynthia Proctor
    Copyright © 2000
    


    Christmas Thanks

    
    We'll caramelize our popcorn balls
    make lemon ice-cream snow
    Hang mistletoe from ceiling beams
    for doting hearts,  below.
    We'll light a holly incense stick
    then stoke a crackling fire
    Wrap sugarplums for Old Saint Nick
    while listening to the choir.
    And when the evening star appears
    we'll bow our heads in prayer
    Thankful, as His birthday nears
    for joy and peace we share.
    
    Author - Cynthia Proctor
    Copyright © 2000
    


    Remembering Rain

    
    Statue plays pan flute
    Where rain prisms mountain sun  
    Soft, as evening rose.
    


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