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Gold to the eye

by Keith D Allison


If I'd only found a destination
someplace for the soul
the heart crumbling
the wetness to the cheek
the pounding of drums
a great day to run

Tragic
the wetness
the fuel to the flames
trying to hold on
to mystery, the butterfly falls into the snow
the heart
on borrowed time

tax man, purity in terror
empty barrels
no more words on the Golden ears
driving too far in the Sun
who stopped the rain

08/12/2009

Posted on 08/12/2009
Copyright © 2024 Keith D Allison

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 08/13/09 at 12:48 AM

"...the butterfly falls into the snow" now that is as stark, yet beautiful a contrast as I've pictured in some time. Great write, Keith. Thanks.

Posted by Scott Cadence on 08/13/09 at 07:33 AM

I had to log back in just to comment on this poem. Well written, love everything it conveys with directly saying it. So it hold can a different meaning for everyone. Awesome.

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