Another blue and brooding Sunday.
Morning chaos still scattered
Like felled leaves
Heeding the rake.
I'm walking Bob.
The dog that walks to no where
Everywhere he leads me.
He's not my dog.
My dog is dead. Died
Beneath another blue
and brooding Sunday.
His toys still scattered
Like felled leaves
Heeding the rake.
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gm
Morning chaos still scattered
Like felled leaves
Heeding the rake.
I'm walking Bob.
The dog that walks to no where
Everywhere he leads me.
He's not my dog.
My dog is dead. Died
Beneath another blue
and brooding Sunday.
His toys still scattered
Like felled leaves
Heeding the rake.
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gm
WELCOME TO MY PAGE OF MY ORIGINAL POETRY
COMBINED WITH MY ARTWORK. THESE ARE
EXCERPS FROM MY BOOK,
'COLLAGICALLY SPEAKING.'
(Remember these are published works.. copyright laws
apply. 09/10)
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COMBINED WITH MY ARTWORK. THESE ARE
EXCERPS FROM MY BOOK,
'COLLAGICALLY SPEAKING.'
(Remember these are published works.. copyright laws
apply. 09/10)
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I loved you once
Upon a time
And once
Was time enough.
gm
Upon a time
And once
Was time enough.
gm
gennielynn martin 2009
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Morning is late.
Lost beneath The featherweight
Blankets of a slothful fog
Hogging the pillows
From what lays ahead.
I should get up.
But will instead
Stay snuggled and cuddled
Between the sheets
Of this stolen moment.
g.m.
Lost beneath The featherweight
Blankets of a slothful fog
Hogging the pillows
From what lays ahead.
I should get up.
But will instead
Stay snuggled and cuddled
Between the sheets
Of this stolen moment.
g.m.
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artworks & poetry by Gennielynn Martin
