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Monday, April 22, 2013

NINE and 10

Poems NINE and 10

Boxes
Little box 
So cramped I can't breathe
Stuffed in 
 With the lid
Hammered down tight
Tiny airholes
So close and dark

Let me free.
Lift the lid and let me stretch
To reach the sky
Better yet,
Just give me a hammer
And stand back
Best of all,
No more boxes.
 
I Drew a Circle
 o
I drew a circle in the sand    o
         To keep the others from my hold
The water seeped in anyway
And all I got was cold.                     o
o
I drew a circle round my friend
o                             To keep him safely mine
But friendships grow or go away           o
We cannot rope or bind.
o
I drew a circle round my heart                              o
To keep it safe from harm
o          But all my worry only hurt
The lack was not a charm
o

2 comments:

  1. I'm so impressed, Heidi. Yeah, you won't be seeing any original poetry in anything I write. lol

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  2. Thank you! And you're a very talented writer. I can't wait for your book to come out so I can tout it here. Don't sell yourself short, my friend.

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