My Mind Dances
Toes dug deepin the cool
submissive sand.
An imperfect sunset-
gray and paling
peeks meekly from
behind a wall of clouds.
Sustained by
warm coffee,
a hot head,
and a cold heart,
my mind
dances.
My Mind Dances
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12-09-2009
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Poetry is what gets lost in translation.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
Title | Comments | Submitted |
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Title | Comments | Submitted |
My Mind Dances | 5 | 09/04/2009 |
Hope | 3 | 09/04/2009 |
Memories from Cedar Swamp Road, 1986 | 2 | 09/02/2009 |
This Catastrophic Joke | 1 | 10/19/2009 |
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