Saturday, April 23, 2011

Assassins, Gardening & Waves- 3 Poems

Assassins, all my life I’ve known,
My closest friends in the entire world,

Symbiosis-Until
An assignment, accepted,

Mars the fabric on which we move


In the garden, trimming tips,

Soil stirring rifts,
Between thorns and roots,

What a predicament!
Parentally extending love to both


Waves tear into,

Leaves raft away from reach,
Each breath I take, it consumes me more

Yet I refuse deflation,
As long as my mind tells me there could be a chance for more

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