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 Dec 2012 Mike Winegar
brooke
I had a dream that my thoughts were
sifted out of my head into a bowl, they
were grains, a million dahlia beads that
surfaced on a cerise reef, split from top to
bottom, I didn't mind so much, to be
honest
(c) Brooke Otto
Christmas is a time to laugh with family and friends,
Christmas is a time to bond with others on the mend,
Christmas is a time to give to others so in need,
Christmas is a time to love a homeless man indeed
You've run the gauntlet,
The page dripped its course
Now all lies in wait,
Your softest reward

You've braved every peril
And hammered the stone
And driven each spike
With diligent force

You planned for each pitfall
And watched every night fall
And longed every day
For what resembled recourse

And now time is coming
An end to your running
An end to this guessing
This prophetic lore

To a pirate, his sea
And a bandit his mead
And to any man,
The love  he is for

Your beauty hurriedly waiting,
Silence pleading and begging,
Sitting patiently bating
Far from broken shores

The end is behind you
You've done what you've meant to
Now go rest your head
On your lover, Lenore
I'll sing you to sleep, if you'll have it.
Early in the morning: Dawn,
While still in my pajamas
And still eyes clenched shut,
I'd open the window and let
The cool, whimsical wind
Splash my face with the
Phrase "Good Morning" .
The Breeze was as serene as
The birds on the telephone wire.
2 deep breaths and I think back to you.

Eyes adjusting to the light
Scratching its way into the
Crevices of my room.
I open them wider.
I want to see everything.
These early Saturday Mornings
Tear memories from my brain
And present them in front of my
Eyes like photos at a museum.
2 deep breaths and I think back to you.

Resting my head on the windowpane,
My thoughts soar,
And my hopes plummet.
I can never get you back,
And you cannot have me.
The birds sing an unfamiliar tune
That makes my head spin.
And I suffocate in their cotton candy
Sentimental ode to the sky.
2 deep breaths and I think back to you.
2 breaths more and I think back to us.
This was one of my favorite poems that I wrote last year. This post is just to start off my poetry page and I promise new poems will be coming soon! Until then, Enjoy some of my poetry from previous years of creatively writing.
I want fog and
red ears
that you'll pinch between
your fingers
to keep warm
and a cloud of your
breath
on my face.
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