Aftermath

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  • Sadness

    Aftermath

    Champagne ghosts pierce the veil of life
    Blinding me to the smell of dawn

    Rising rhythmically to tap dance on porcelain
    Wild angels writhing in celebration

    Seeping through my belly and brain
    Translucent perfume thick with salt

    Bleeding screams of laughter
    Squirming through rivulets of blood

    Cold decay of a smoky yesterday
    Dissolving in my cup of coffee

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    Poetry is what is lost in translation.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

    Cheri’s Poems (4)

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    Rainy Morning 1