Cee Bea

this morning I awoke with that
ache... that feels like Louisiana crying.

the meter exempt from time
...

in my modesty
I know glory,
only by its lack
...

This is why...
as my fingers numb
and all seems acidic
...

she left
into the mist,
with all the love

she held
for me
...

I think I finally got it,
the truth in stone statuary

of course he felt better
...

If wishes were raindrops
if wishes came true
the sky would be green
the grass would be blue
...

I am stuck on the entropy,
on messy grammar
along with finger flagging
you down
...

I see your beautiful
endurance
that is who we
are, and why
...

This poem, I leave for you
in a poets dream reminiscent

She wrote like no one was looking
...

Once in the flight of ages past,
There liv'd a man; and who was he?
Mortal! howe'er there lot be cast,
That man resembled thee.
...

maybe butterfly

there you are again
butterfly.
...

she now knows of my garden
The tenants and the fill
that grow my inner sustenance
…and keep my waters still
...

...

I often look
and often find
the answers lay
in time to time
...

Again
watch me change.
Riding a blue horse west
along the 94 corridor
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I campaign the wind
named
as votive and vortex
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it seems that I find you often
like a shell, on the beach
tucked away
...

I believe the answer lay
in motion
facing patterns
in traditional, duplicit
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I wish I could truly tell you
how beautiful I think You are
how I admire your will
your gifts
...

as I ponder about true pixel perfection
it only raised more, more and more questions
of colors, saturation, white points and hues
the settings you've set
...