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Last night I saw star
The loneliest star in the sky
Sparkled like a diamond
Twinkled in my dreamy eyes.

I watched her each and every second
The loneliest star in the sky
I took steps to her distance
As I turned back, making a sigh.

I blinked by her brightness
The loneliest star in the sky
I contemplated her beauty
That flashed so high.

I left her presence
The loneliest star in the sky
I kept her in this dream
So she can fall and make a wish to fly.

Anima Fragile

I think of you and I cry
Why would you say that?
When I thought
That you and me were going to go
All the way till the end
I gave you 11 roses
And 1 fake one
I said that I will love you till the last one dies
I don’t want to lose you
I want you forever
I love you
Now I look back and say the same
Don’t forget me
Don’t lose what we had
I miss you
I will never forget you
Good-bye

- Anon

When you are old and gray and full of sleep,
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;

How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true;
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face.

And bending down beside the glowing bars
Murmur, a little sadly, how love fled
And paced upon the mountains overhead
And his his face amid a crowd of stars.

W. B. Yeats (1865-1939)

today is
you know what day
are there still you’s
or did we all mush into threes
for now sleep is an excuse for sanity
sanity an excuse for sadness
no matter how drip the glowbugs are
the rest of the fudgemakers
want their 1:56 pm wakeup call
they’ll continue baking rosebud cupcakes
they’ll smear the frosting in their eyes
fanny farmer closed today
because the food was full of flies
our right wing left wing
tailor’s ring
matched the sailors that we knew
no one guessed
their friendliness
resulted from them sniffing glue

Poetry is meant to be shared with others. If you think you’re not good enough, screw all those emotions and share your poems—you might be surprised that people actually like them.

Excite the masses as I bleed to death.
One last breath upon my lips;
A sweet kiss to take me back,
Amongst the snow-filled eyes I lie.
You die inside.

I’m bleeding in this forest of tears.
I’m fading from your distraught ears.
I’m dying under the curse of your breath.

I reside in this light I devour.
I can’t see the night.
I’ll live this one last night without you.

A picture reaches my mind’s eye—
A knife-wound to the chest.
I pray to be delivered unto the soulless hours
Of torture.

I desire to be sanctified.
In this life I tried to hide
From nothing and anything
All at once.

I pray for death at a moment’s mistake
Holding on to something I could never take.
I scream at everything I see.
Just hold on to me.

A whisper reaches past my lips,
Plants a freezing kiss on yours.
Cold-filled eyes slither down you face,
I’m trying to erase you.

Acid eats at your eyes,
Your beautiful smile disappears.
I try to find something to grasp
In this fading forest where we
Once lived.

Reading the Vol. XI Issue 2 Spring/ Summer 2006 an issue which seems to examine both nature and spring and summer.

I’ve “discovered” for me and my family the poet Jeome Knapczyk, whose poems_Like Lichen Clinging to a Rock_ and Mount Adams from Edmonds Col are practically centre fold in this issue. The poet prefaces the first poem with a couplet in italics by Kenneth Rexroth:

_I can no longer
Tell where I begin and leave off._

Thick amber haze hugs the horizon
where heaven is fashioned from earth.

The landscape bristles with barbed fences,
every there’s isolation, conflict and greed.

(With respect for the poet’s and the Aurorean’s copyright, I’m not going to post this in its entirety, but I encourage anyone who appreciates nature poetry to try to get a copy of this from the Aurorean, PO Box 187, Farmington 04938. A sample copy can be ordered for $11, $12 outside the US.)

A Dream Within A Dream
by Edgar Allen Poe

Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow-
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.

I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand-
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep- while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?