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A Poem by Richard

After a minor stroke of such sweet luck

the self-addiction

you called your bird cradled your promise

as scarce as this material

a little target practice with someone else's bow

you grew tired

and missed the target

you said that love "it made you crazy"

but the fresh air it did you good

your neck injuries, a few

and refreshing outdoor medicines

you couldn't rely on technology

to put you back, go back, not true, way back

you fought their discussions as they glided through your sails

the solid-state transgression, depression attacks, lost a battle

convinced, I drove all night but all my wounds so cold, see

your friends all left and mine left long ago

i'm telling you things you must already know

the time it passes

the wood it drowns

sometimes you wished the airplane wouldn't take you down

you read your book, a book stripped and bound

sure the day got night came needs had the nerve the feelings came full blast

no more than anyone would do

love pulled you out of it all

and back to here

my first assignment

was to go

just a reaction

and never re-appear.

© 2016 Richard

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Elise Anton

I've read this several times. I've come back to it. It speaks in a language I cannot understand but it speaks so eloquently I keep trying to learn it. I feel inadequate because it is beyond me, a place I cannot reach, something new to me, the musical words repeat and repeat in my head. It is a piece of art and I stand before it trying to delve into the artist's mind and decipher the colours. Thank you for the amazement I feel!