Halloween (from the Time Capsule)
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Tag Archives: Poetry
Rock Climber
He sees a mountain
He sees a jewel
He must embrace her
He is in Heaven
Writer’s Block
senseless ink
waltzing
on a blank canvas
to the song
of a dark ocean
teeming
with broken thoughts
until the puzzle pieces
crack the scribe
with a word
then an idea
Lost and Found
an ancient room
with a doorway
to a modern past
an Empire
ere the birth
of Sibling Towers
(discovered NY photo courtesy of unknown shutterbug)
Canyon
angelic sculptors
their chisels
of wind
and rain
and heat
and cold
and tremors
of night and day
with heavenly approval
for discovery
Athenian Flea Market
locals and tourists
looking for deals
on used and new
Covenant for Love
in our rags
in our riches
could have been first sight
could have been long sharing
so certain now
so uncertain about far tomorrow
but today our eyes mirror
with surety
“I do.”
loujen haxm'Yor 