It's National Poetry Month
Delusion
dry
and tan
endless sand
salt
on my lips
a painful kiss
burnt
from the inside
drowning in low tide
stop
why fight
misconception in spite
lost
within me
your void, my desert sea
Difficult Choice
The purple highlighter or the blue?
What’s the difference?
If you only knew
Why not ask ~ the bison or the hen?
Even upside down
Truth inks from my pen.
The Purple
In the purple
once was I
on a hilltop
kissing the sky
Somehow I fell
back in the now
I’ll search forever
till I have found
That sweetest spot
where warm snow falls
rest my head on a cloud
the purple calls
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