Oh, The Cold Calls - Hangs On For A-Minute

If - Mind of Winter, blew coals
It was - Snow, Snow, Snow; So scatter'd on sand
So many Winters is shallow hands were well & so on digs one
Rows expresses slow dances to an end?
Looks on so obsolete in here, Hey wait, That's half life whole
Wakes me at watching it made some by time
Floating around indeed inside
A grand idea how yet daily forgets I see goin" off
Bewilder'd tides torn coats besides tears ever work it out
Bespoke my pillow

Foremost departs worn by white circles in flight
I dipped my quill in
The gate's arose vines high we truly do have a-mystery roams
A-blooming outburst seeks petals by signs
Leaves downward most cold things floats, Wet again withouts;
Cool indifference existence shared, Wilderness;
Listens while you listens alone
Next time; Do so often. I know
Although, I understands my verses are still am,
Frames did swell in abstractions.. Intact; Backwards again
O'er the head, Beds or floorboards,
First blurr"d line reads narrow no-more
Anymore strings on high

Oh, The cold calls - Hangs on for a-minute
In a-blinding search
It was - Blank window sills hard as nails
Gathers goes o'er some
Hard as roses one another's hopes dawn moves me
States of all of us
Can't but water that box maybe later on images
Bending adheres imput'd
To far, far off but waves
In flows solely abouts gets thru encas'd in it.
Comes along this drifting thru & thru I start'd on

Withal poems a-single page at times causes one view; To be,
From, At dusk looms close containers
O'er these remembers;
Remembers nothing thence turns on lights
What else-wheres with broken footprints fades
She combs my hair
She combs my hair
She combs my hair
If - Mind of winter, blew coals
But dying ambers often blank to blaze
Forms stars unto forever
Mornings nothing more growing thru all pours
This warm regards to all sorts

Reviews

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

A most detailed and inspiring piece, guided and without a structure to beat the reader, well done, good read.

[Robert Robbie Lord Dudley]

Thanx again for your furthered treasured review
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