Lost — An Image

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“Lost” — C.Birde, 7/18

 

She is not lost,

locked away,

asleep in some rose-tangled

tower.

We have bartered

Her

for immediacy,

for convenience.

 

— C.Birde, 7/18

 

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Words of Rust — A Poem

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“Rusted Bell” — C.Birde, 7/18

 

Words —

tossed,

hurled,

let slip

in the deep, dark, pre-dawn

night;

cold,

hard,

twisted

to self-serving purpose —

toll

like a rusted bell,

like a heart hollowed

out.

 

— C.Birde, 7/18