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Wednesday, May 8, 2013

If We Only Knew


When we were a seed,
we imagined ourselves as a shoot.

When we were a shoot,
we imagined ourselves as a bud.

When we were a bud,
we imagined ourselves as a flower.

When we were a flower,
we imagined ourselves as a seed.

1 comment:

  1. Dr. MikeMay 9, 2013 at 1:24 PM

    What Remains

    And here at the end of the cliff
    Is it bluffs or breakers at sea?

    They visit now only in dreams,
    Awakened in a mad sugar rush.

    Should this name only the beautiful,
    Or is it all just a confidence game?

    Family would take you in spite
    Of what had been said or not.

    Too fragile to touch, too blond, too red,
    So long as blood still flows to the brain.

    [Disposable Poem May 9, 2013]
    Dr. Mike

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