Before dawn

So long fall is active and still
I remain with wind and why not,
stealing what I need to see
and all that I know you know.

Dawn escalates in mire moon,
downing escalators and wine
with the coming of all fools,
driving one way vehicles.

This is why all serene stamina
is exhausted before too late
crams into nothingness and no:
This is no ball game ceremony.




Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2009-08-02 at 03:18

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Brian Oarr
This piece really made me smile. "Serene stamina" --- what a delicious concoction of words!
2009-08-02



I like your style of writing, love the title, you certainly give the reader alot of food for thought. Thanks Bob for sharing.
2009-08-02