30 Monday Mar 2015
I stumble over myself
Arms and legs a twisted mass
Running in all directions
And getting nowhere
Tripping my way through
Over hurdles too high to jump
Making my way toward
That ever elusive finish line
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13 Friday Mar 2015
Posted in Friday Fantasy, Poems, Poetry
Behold! The key to my heart
The dark side of my soul
A tiny piece of sculpted metal
Ever locking the secrets
Held deep inside of me
Curved and polished
Notched in perfect symmetry
Untarnished by lovers past
Forever kept concealed
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Night Owl Poetry - Dorinda Duclos 