Sunday, January 18, 2015

Tied Bows

Tied Bows

By: M. MacMinn

She walks in smooth and casual strokes
her beauty slicing the air
she seems like a dream, dancing through tied bows
that hidden child that knows too much
to let her sadness show

When time has come to cast away
the age old beauty's grown
more days have come and light has dawned
shouting days to weeks to months to years
in decades, and centuries collapse

Rebirth, awake and lapse


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Sunday, January 4, 2015

The Road to Tennessee

The Road to Tennessee

By: M. MacMinn


There is a special silence in the south

It's embracing, like a snug hug,
warm and comforting.

It's in the air

It's also stern,
impending and harsh
Raw and natural
on every given day

You can bask in it
and hide from it
all at once

Vast, open and slow


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