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AnimationMy soul is an animation,
flickering on the screen
briefly
before falling between
the cracks and crackles
of light and color
and movement.
I see between the cracks,
between the pauses.
Death smiles up -
a comfort I could not
expect so early.
Come to me,sweetness,
and explain the rest...
No rest.
My soul appears
to shine through life,
smiling and whole
and loving
for moments like these.
Oh, lift me up -
I am dying -
every heartbeat,
every warm embrace...
There is no joy
left in this wide world -
no truth, no fear
of fabled fantasies
in my sensational, animated,
excrement of existence -
hand-delivered by devils
esp

New Years Poem (edited)If the sun
never comes up again
to brighten
this cold, grey,
winter's dawn...
why should I care?
For nothing
could be warmer
than a kind word
and your smile. :)

When it's WinterAnd now,
my love,
it's much
too cold
to sense,
to feel,
that golden
teal
of moonlight
in your eyes.

The Long Swim...A lonesome dream
has come to me -
cold silver moon
like lover's eyes
and winter's beach
with glistening sand,
reflecting icy Paradise...
(making plans...)

My footfall held
up by the sand -
I've tossed away
my wedding band...
(long ago...)
And it is no
surprise to me -
No scent of brine
upon the sea.
Oh, let me try
as humans may
to sense the
feeling of decay...
(I am leaving this world...)

I choose the sand
for marraige bed.
The blue-green waters
reach the shore.
I close my eyes
and wait for spring
and lay there
till I am no more...
(dying)

No feeling left
in human limbs-
I float in tangled
green weed

There will always be riversThere will always
be rivers
on this earth
in considering
the snow
when it dies -
crystal,
then fluidity
then mist
on the waters,
rising and falling
from the clouds -
to morph and sink
into the earth
for the earth
can not hold back
those tears
for long
from the river...
flowing, flowing
to the ocean
in salty agony...

For all must change
around you -
your family
will grow old -
your friends
will travel
and be lost
to you -
there will be
weddings and holidays,
memories so
sweet
that they hurt -
and bright, light
Christmas trees -
green lives,
sacrificed
for one day
in a warm house
with laughter...
All will be vorbei...
snow and fog
and cloud

The one-legged WarblerNo accident -
no mean-eyed cat
to catch and tear -
no threatening race
from nest to test
your prowess and
your instinctual
flying pace.
One leg to stand on -
didn't know while
tucked away
in mother's wing -
but you can sing!
And that was spring...

In summer green,
you could not perch
on any branch -
a groundling's plight
to scurry fast,
could pick and peck,
could not keep up
without a fight.
Could not compete
with brother birds
in startled flock -
no mother's breast
to hide within -
no brother friend
to soar and spin...

Not wanted by a mate or kin -
feathers soft in fledgeling year.
Brown as the grass
on meado

For Just One DayLast night, I heard
the locust's call
for just one evening -
that was all.
Soft summer breeze -
and no surprise
that morning
brought me
butterflies.

Through frosty autumn
Nature's hand
turned harsh New England
into strand.
Breathe deep and long!
Discard your pain.
Tomorrow sings
a Fall refrain.

The Devil in WinterThe devil in winter
goes riding
over the gentle,
soft, virgin snow -
cloven footprints
burning along
on the trail
and a shiny, black
nightmare stallion -
pawing, snorting,
pushing forward
without hesitence.
They are one
on this ride -
driven, inoportune...
Look out!
the window
and see them there
side by side
in their beauty
for evil has
it's ways
and it's beauty...
in the cold, in the snow
to call you
from your comfortable life,
wake you up
from sleep
and with it's wiles
make you forget
why the fiery one
has arrived.
Stay away!
or come in -
I can already
hear the knock
at the door...
all the same,
all the

Silent TearsSilent tears
the most
inexplicable
things
in all of this
world.
A river flows
from my spirit
as still and deep
as underground
waters
in streams
of blood
of love
and desire -
all fine things -
never to surface -
stay buried
beneath...
Here,
when a soul
weeps,
that sound
only heard
in heaven
and hell
so near
the center
and gone in
a heartbeat,
silently.
My heart
weeps
silently
into my soul
for no one
must know
the pain...

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Last Road TripFor hours
which felt
so long
as days,
we drove
through the
land of
old cathedrals.
We didn't
speak
nor look
at each other.
Didn't care
any longer
than we
had to
and that
was,sadly,
not long.
We left
our love
at the
last stop,
last station,
last attraction
was no
attraction.
We're weary.
We're lost.
No map
for the way
we feel.
For hours...
Must return
for one
last night...

Why so gloomy? Love of mine...
The sun will set.
The stars will shine.
No use to speak of death and doom
beneath this pale, seductive moon.

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The Last Dinosaur

by *GUDRUN355, Jan 17, 2013, 7:37:29 AM
Literature / Poetry / Narrative / Free Verse

Was just a painting -
splashes of color
put to a wide
empty canvas -
not particularly
special
but what do I know?
with my tired eyes
and yet...
The dinosaur
was a child,
wobbling on
a mountaintop -

short legs
not meant
to climb
and yet...
attainment!
Looking out
over a valley
where a gloomy
ice age had begun
to creep, to devour...
All alone,
one of a kind,
crying out...
tears of a kind
in my mind
fell from
that cliff...
Give the reptile
a human voice
and there
you have Man.

We cry out
for many things-
for hope,
for home,
for life
and for love
to whom
or what
for whatever
our tired eyes
may covet.
A human voice!
maybe a prayer

to survive
an uningratiating
world...
Vision is blurring
in the cold -
alone on
that mountaintop...
alone...
forever alone.

The Last Dinosaurby *GUDRUN355

Literature / Poetry / Narrative / Free Verse

A poem inspired by a painting that I saw at an art show so long ago. A first work by a new artist - the idea stuck in my mind.

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~Kay-March Mar 15, 2013

It's always a pleasure to read your beautiful poems.

*GUDRUN355 Mar 15, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

Aww Thank you very much!

~Kay-March Mar 15, 2013

You're so welcome, my only wish is that you write more and more so I can take the privilege to read, poems and likewise.

*GUDRUN355 Mar 15, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

I wish I had time to write. I now have 2 private duty jobs and school. Not to mention my little family. I think you know the feeling...Thank you so much for reading. It makes my heart happy.

~Kay-March Mar 16, 2013

Yeap... I know exactly what you say.
It's a pleasure reading what you write, everytime. I'm glad I've made you happy as well.

*GUDRUN355 Mar 16, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

You did. In fact today has been pretty darn good all around! (I shouldn't say that too loudly...)

~Kay-March Mar 17, 2013

Hehe... no we probably shouldn't... here is the same... It rained all night long I mean cats and dogs raining... now it looks the sun is rising beautifully.

*GUDRUN355 Mar 17, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

It's freezing cold here but at least the sun is peeking.

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~dreamingshadow18 Jan 31, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

I may have said this a few times before, but you never fail to deliver on your writing lol.

*GUDRUN355 Jan 31, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

Thankyou! I missed your poems and photos.

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