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Patricia May Neiderer

Patricia May Neiderer

open-ness

emotions seared
without heart speared
 
like the mixing of the molecules
sweat and oil pressing together
 
distance gone with out setting a pace
leaves one doing circles
 
the shadows consuming
as hope is false

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tasting the tongue

it just comes to me o yeah, that would be good in a poem so i write the line
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flying lights

the land stars blink and rise under the pale pink sky singing as they dance to the tune of each others hearts
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letter play

if only the words were as real as… a b c can tell it right from left the j from the the k fifty years gone by with out the b finding it’s way
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farmer bald day

a convitare of pastries and tea ricevimento of the package a little ballo on skates picking the paint off the fence to place in the box and wrap
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master bricks

he spoke to me once about a purple bubble - protecting as is the mustard seed hanging in a necklace - where did it go where did these emotions grow
dreams

i would like to exhale on a fiddle… tap dance on the king’s crown perish in the fire, with you looki… some duck in aisle to hide from th… gathering of these could bring a s…
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over coming

taking life as a child with ease of wonder dropping the emotions that life bestows will start the healing
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bliss at last

death the dash is released - freeing the colors to see and put in order to climb the spheres
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the walk

in this globe i am alone or they are in a globe with different rules, ideas and plans no cracks get in the way
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drop of paint

gentle caress of the lavenders radiance on the breeze’s soft skin –aspire the artist to
combine

As the last note is played and you consider the stalks that are being beaten down outside your window and ponder the image in the mirror
plas-coke-tic diet

as the hearts truth was once told on gray with red letters to match the blood spilt from it’s top, with the cap
sand slipper

i am the bottom of Cinderella’s sl… not seen and feels many hurts was caressed once when yonder a man searched for his… one to call - his love
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painting again

abstract paint i did again after many years gone by forgot the feeling of the strokes mixing of hews to blend much like poetry, never seeing
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v' words

a funny thing about poetry is that you can paint any mask with color and hue, of your choosi… weather belief or doubt or dare will some times make you stare



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