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Uphill Climb

Dying Trying Sighing Crying Yes, you might risk dying, trying to; Not climbing gets sighing, crying blues. ~ an EWK Tyburn Poe’em   ©2016 EWK (A Tyburn poem contains six verses of a 2:2:2:2:9:9 syllabic pattern. The first four lines rhyme

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Solemn Autumn

Crisp, crushed, chaotic leaves, fallen. My steps taken, trodden. My feet; the mortar’s pestle, solemn. Kaleidoscope of abstract art, autumn. Nature’s unframed canvas; so infinite, calling. ~ an EWK ‘work-in-progress’ Poe’em   ©2016 EWK

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Nature in Perpetual Motion

~ an EWK Photo Poe’em   ©2016 EWK (inspired by a walk in nature)

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Buried Forever

The ground lays down to eternal sleep: buried forever, below our feet. ~ an EWK Poe’em   ©2016 EWK (inspired by a hike in the forest)

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Crumbs of Expression

crumbs of expression  tossed along my narrowing paths. gobbled up like stale croutons fed to birds. birds burping on crusts dive off into their own wind. give me a caw, caw or as much as a chirp. on your way

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Memories of Us

Memories of us and the walks we made. Hands held together as we forgave. Shadows had fallen from every tree. Stories held long within their leaves. Thoughts of times we often shared. Whom else I’d consider? I hadn’t dared. Heads

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Crumbs of Expression

crumbs of expression tossed along my narrowing paths. gobbled up like stale croutons fed to birds. birds burping on crusts dive off into their own wind. give me a caw, caw or as much as a chirp. on your way

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