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Post Election Traumatic Stress Disorder

Arrives my love

The trees blown bare by winds
Conduct the orchestration
A ghastly pallid hand
Marks the coronation

Sweeps across the land
Paints charcoal lines on white
Exhausted colors flee
Into the waxing night

My love's silver hair
Her pale bare features glowing
From my window pane
Anticipation growing

But a reflection asks
Who loves this icy maiden?
Arriving every year
Whom bitter frost has laden

Answered without pause
With manifested breath
I do, I greet her yearly
Though heralded by death

And so arrives my love
With quiet celebration
Contemplative stillness
Sees our consummation

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Someday

Once I had a someday, tethered on a line

Held aloft by passion winds, firmly in my grip

But thinking I was in control, began to reel it in

The more I brought it close to me, the more I felt it slip

And just as windmills far away, can be just what you want

Approach them all with caution, lest reverie take flight

Let your dreams come to you, if it's meant to be. 'Cause

All the armor in the world, does not make a knight

Now my someday's far away, more distant with the years

Another castle in a sky-scape crowded with my dreams

Another fish that got away, enlarged with passing time

Lost in a land I don't control, where nothing's as it seems

Through the trees comes the wind

And bends and flutters leaf and bough

But leaves the tree still where it stands

Changes nothing, place or vow

In a world less than ideal

Just one injustice, I would change

But ease my grip, a moment's rest

And back again, the faults arrange

To what effect, the wind does blow

dead leaves dance but nowhere goes

The world still as it ever was

If it had a name, no one knows

The sun came out a bit today
and stayed a little while
Testing waters with it's toes
If warmth is back in style

It joined me in my noon-day tea
Dressed in saffron glow
I offered it another cup
To prompt it not to go

But soon it went, promising
to be not long in going
On chilly wind it whisked away
While seeds of spring it sowing

Thin ice is all between
Us and eternity
And hoping for winter mean
With frosty safety seen
Easy infirmity

Cracks on the ice appear
Here watching safe, I stay
She's there, but I'm here
Paralyzed by fear
With nothing to do but pray

Gravy for the gander

Shredding

Wow

iDrama

Recomposure

Rainy notes from my mind drop
Speckled now in three-four time
Not of grandeur, but simple, soft
Staircased in descending rhyme

Words of warmth and comfort, ease
The turmoil of their birth, Belie
Seeming falling without cease
From a gray and cloudy sky