foam & waves
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Sweet and sour, bonus of the hour
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Where have you gone
Where are the birdsongs
The spume and waves
Buckets and spades
Dried mouth
Crackled earth and drought
Speak to me
I want to see
Create out of vagary (1)
Tears, diamonds to be
Fatigue…strength unlaced
Poems, cascading grace
Suffering… laughter down the alley
All I want as an identity
Is to breathe through that song
Once you have gone
Crash with the waves
Sleep with buckets and spades
Fly where rivers speak
Where wind plays music
Where dawn breaks
On mountain peaks
And sun sets
Out of jealousy
Betrayed by night
Teased out of sight
What nonsense do I speak
When words glide into me!
Needs a lot of polishing
To make this poem neat
Where have you gone
Just spoke to me
Come! Haunt my dreams
I need you to be
Not understand
Life’s intricacies
Sweet and sour
Bonus of the hour
It is as perfect as can be!
(1) Vagary.
Caprice.
Extravagant notion or action.
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