Monthly Archives: March, 2012

Unspoken Plot

your fingers adjust to the page in such a subtle fashion the words I cannot speak Advertisements

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Awaken

gently, still rain- swept trees awaken to foster- hush this morning fog lost to a velvet rhapsody of now copyright-2012-M.D.

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For The Young Man Dying Alone

young man set to face his weary demise in silence you granted it alone no visitors came no family no friends just you that eerie sunshine wafted in as a welcome beam through the window crackles of life spoke from the city below the next day you were gone Copyright–2012–M.D.

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Last Words From The Great War Dead

Parcel of lamb’s captured. Been hoarded; carted off to distant doom. These uneasy nights speak masted. Boarded with impending doom. The fragrant fires pop echo. Light chatter all the while. Gun powder, dust and grazed matter. Hues burning to death’s smile. Copyright-2011-M.D.

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