Return of the Classics by [REDACTED] Motionless sentinels watch over the flock And stories untold fly from every corner Left field and right The faces of old colonel gravity Stare, blank as Bluebeard At Oscar as he goes to the wedding. And they will be there still to watch his homegoing.
The Unbearable Lightness of Fire by [REDACTED] Her flames lick the seasoned wood of last year's holly tree cut down to make more room and tunneled under to make more light. Her smoke floats and slips between the branches seeking to escape to send signals to the world about her fate. But still she sits trapped caged in rings of stone Fed, yes, always fed but poked and prodded pushed and shoved. And then the feedings end. She withers, shrinks Until she goes quietly into that good night Nothing left to burn against the dying of the light.
Carats by [REDACTED] She wore her heart as the fashion of the times Loosely, and ragged And her hand Glittered Her eyes Glittered Her hair fell And still she couldn’t trust the future The biding times were coming When all her glitters Would fade And she would be left with nothing But what she doesn’t know What hasn’t crossed her mind Is that nothing gold can stay But all that glitters is not gold Some of it is dross Polished by the years into a perfect gleam A shine that reflects the truth She is beloved.
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