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Four Lines
no middle chatter— max to max
millions today tomorrow one
climb for excess slide back to none
what’s waiting for you in the cracks
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only white and the dark, just two
stages, one follows the other
just as father follows mother
the pattern pierces me clean through
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unfathomable size and dark
light sparks blinks then dissolves from sight
one point pricking holes through the night
leaves more shadow contrast more stark
Link on vacation. Cruising. What a cat!
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Love of splash in shady corners
drives the lone graffiti artist
to spray graphics bold and shortest
heeding neither law nor orders.Heeding neither orders nor law
an artist paints on walls plain bare
round-bellied letters with wild hair
declare where I do dare to draw.When I dare to draw or paint rhymes
words and lines dance free in the air
I give them weight all they can bear
but it’s not my weight nor my times.Not my times nor even my weight
lie under the rhyme and the sound
I dig through the lost and not found
for the one way to box my freight.For the one way to freight my box
leads me onto old crooked roads
of sound, only sounds are the loads
that hold the tock of my rhyme’s clock.
Lynne
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Darkened abruptly eerie day
steps from the shadows in the room
and begins to sculpt shapes of gloom
spread outward through me and away.Spread outward and away through me
shadows stuck tight to my feet sweep
through a dark crisscross of the street
longing to skip their heels and flee.To skip their heels and flee along
a river of asphalt too black
for shadows to play in the cracks
let light change soft shape into strong.Let light change the stark eerie shape
of tree branches writhing to knit
street lace on a sidewalk still lit
on and off by a neon drape.A neon drape blinks with the flash
of cursive opens and light beer
colored light bound to interfere
with shady corners’ love of splash..
Lynne
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Once lost our balance and graces
go for rides on big flying boats
around the oval balance floats
while graces assume their places.While the graces assume their place
we try to dance on two left feet
dipping under the wrong up beat
behind the time with every pace.With every pace behind the time
our rhythm shifts from twist to waltz
the pattern outlines all foot faults
squeezing folly from pure sublime.From sublime to stumbling folly
should be a long arduous climb
but folly needs so little time
a blink to slide through to sorry.Only blink to slide to sorry
the step from firm earth to quicksand
asphalt to weed choked dirt path and
day abruptly darkened eerie.
Lynne
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Head down in the weeds we are dropped
left to grope blindly through the roots
with no maps or clearly marked routes
drooping feet seeking til they’re stopped.Seeking until they’re stopped, our feet
grip the thin cold air with curled toes
and try to dodge the poorest rows
to keep their bare soles smelling sweet.We keep our souls smelling too sweet
counting Sundays we sit in church
keen to look involved in the search
for something to keep us complete.To find something to complete us
desperate soles wander the streets
stripping every soul they meet
stark naked to find an address.An address that leaves a sole stark
naked provides us no haven
nor a thing resembling heaven
just a place to hide from the dark.Hiding from the dark these places
sell shoes to slip over bare soles
and walk with no care on hot coals
but lose our balance and graces.
Lynne
Four Lines
Repeating an idiom is
the bane and curse of written lines
for non standard meanings need signs
about kicked buckets and slow fizz.About kicked buckets and slow fizz
there’s a whole lot of fuss and strife
where lists prescribe the length of life
and wines demand you pass a quiz.If you pass a quiz to drink wine
there’s no need to laugh and feel smug
numerous tests of nose and jug
show no tongue can tell meh from prime.If no tongue can tell meh from prime
even before the drinking starts
the switch to cheap red after dark
would not be a provable crime.An unprovable crime could not
end with bushels of unmarked cash
or jewels in your private stash
for unearned wealth can get you caught.
Lynne
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