Untitled I, II, III, and IV

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The Bottom Line A few short, simple poems I came up with on a whim. I wanted to experiment with some different styles, so I sat down and wrote these one day.

Untitled I

In the meadow there is a hole in the ground
It goes very deep, I crawled in.
Above me is a world of color
Down here it’s black and white.

The bulrushes and weeping willows begin to sing to me
I will never tell anyone their haunting words.
This melody is mine and mine alone
It resonates to where I am below.

Now the meadow is starkly silent
But I must stay in my den.
The nightingale, the first bird
Has not yet sung...it is dreaming and so am I.


Untitled II

Who is the girl sitting by the well
She hasn’t come around here before
Why does she seem to look through me
Why does she look at me like I should know her

I do not know the girl by the well
But she seems to want to tell me something
I made one step closer
And she vanished into the twilight air.


Untitled III

I closed my eyes that windy night and a picture crept into my head
Hills and trees and a vast marshland
And things that crept about in the reeds
I took this picture and sent myself there
And stood on a rock and called out to the mountains
Instead of a reply I got an echo
Instead of an echo I got a reply.


Untitled IV

I shouted at him to get off my shore
Go back where you belong
I turned my back to him
And then skated across the lake
But there was no ice.




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