World Gone Mad

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Patience my Dear

in a world gone mad

 

when fireworks light

a daytime sky

and teachers go

to work at night

 

educating minds

through a dreamless sleep

with wisdom to share

and secrets to keep

 

rock me back and forth

like a lullaby child

who chisels on the ear

of a faceless smile

 

the one my mother bought

with a mouthless tongue

and no hands to spare

for the grocery run

 

I’m sorry you were

not good enough

for climbers of trees

and girls who played rough

 

sink with me now

and enjoy the conversation

three words, two woes

and one startling revelation

 

 

 

 

Anne

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There is a young girl

who stays with me

beneath the the trees

and trickling streams

~

She sees a star

and gives it a name

~

As though it were

the only light

to ever grace

the sky this night

~

I thank her for

her love of words

and they way they walk

along our tongue

~

Softly

 with such purpose

folding into prose

and poems about the sun