Monday, November 15, 2010

Bowery Street

Here's somthing I did.  I like it. I hope you do too.    This poem follows a stressful few days.      
  
               Beauty like the petal rare      
            draws me into stillness there.                     
                Heart turns, the image fades        
            I reminisce of younger days.                 
                 Memories sharpen as we dream,             
             fallacious pride-its feathers preen.  
                 Fortutious journeys may hold treasure  
             we chose  this present pleasure.               
                  Many stories have been incomplete   
             Longing for an ending sweet.       
                
            
             

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