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what do you see
iblieve
an eclipse maybe

I see a woman,
golden hair flowing,
blown by a mountain
breeze in autumn,
standing, back arched,
like a figurehead on
the bow of a ship.

She has her hand to her mouth!
She is yelling "Come home!" to her
lover who has fled.
Her dress is stained.
Her garment represents
her pain.

or could be the shadow of a woman
who died in grief. torment in silhouette

shadow upon the sand

She came home in disarray.
Her skirt was ripped, her
blue eyes gray. She was
weeping. She spoke of rape.
He didn't believe her claim.
He suspected infidelity.
He vanished on a wave,
left their love in a grave.

And now he navigates
uncharted seas.
No matter her pleas,
he could not believe.
She has been defiled
and then abandoned.
She grieves.
She grieves.

oh, the negative space
3 dimensions turned to two
to one
to none

there is something
specially empty
in spring

an empty spring when birds won't sing
but my shadow and me
with summer time blues
humming reeling in the years
as the years caught up with me
and I couldn't run no more.

There he stands
flowing in a golden sky,
brown eyes torn away
from the love he craves.
How trodden a heart can look
in the shade
of his shadow.

perfect in form
his lighted frame
do make the world move
and shadows
but follow his game


hello, mrs. iblieve

His frame, his game,
his master plan,
to spread the word
of poetry and jam.

Hey piphJ

My game stays the same
to love you forever
until then we will live in bliss
shadows locked in a kiss