The scent of ripe peach cures your health;
the doctor retreats from apples.
Food fights our organic battles
among the fruits and nuts for wealth.
-Lynne
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Four Lines
Four lines find ways to comic speech
by reading earnest delusions
which sell your way with illusions
of health through the scent of ripe peach.
-Lynne
Four Lines
Too tired to stop for breath I reach
for will to slow to a wander.
Less hard to stop while I ponder
a four lines’ path to comic speech.
-Lynne
Four Lines
With time’s passing everything fades,
but still I must never forget
it’s easier to smile than fret
what life or death waters I wade.
-Lynne
Four Lines
It’s too stunning to be dying;
to even touch dying still leaves
a sense of true solace that grieves
me as it fades with time’s passing.
-Lynne
Four Lines
Who catches? Is someone coming?
The world snaps back hocus-pocus,
eyes instead of the eye focus.
Is that dying? It’s too stunning.
-Lynne
Four Lines
White bursts while the eye watches.
Transfixed, floating, the mind reviews
choices, regrets, what’s left to do.
Is someone coming? Who catches?
-Lynne
Four Lines
Eye turned prism sees light reversed,
spread colors returned to whole white.
Look at this! Look at this!…this sight,
while the eye watches white burst.
-Lynne
Four Lines
I yearn for the colorless light,
bright, bright until beatific.
Time to muse my life’s specifics,
gentle ease into that good night.
–Lynne
Four Lines
I like words’ sound more than meaning,
but quatrains are not just rhythms.
Poetry’s sense shines through prisms,
split light makes colors for yearning.
-Lynne
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