Category: Poems
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The Writer Cat and the Curious Man
Pitter patter pat pat pit pit Rain falls on the grass The black cat who loves writing Continues this activity as if unaware of the rain Pitter patter pit pat Louder and louder the rain gets The cat still absorbed in his own world Is this flow? A bystander wondered As he stood heavily drenched…
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Wind
If it is meant for me,It will fly like a bird towards my tree and land on it quietlyIf it not meant for meI will still feel the wind on my branches
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Lock to break
I thought I’d lost the key,but keys are for thosewho still believe in locks. I could shatter this thing—one strike of will,one refusal to stay trappedin the museum of old love. The question isn’t where the key is.It’s whether I’m readyto pick up the hammer. And I get closer…
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