by Jeanine Foster<\/p>\n\n\n\n
composed of:<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Without Day
Appearances within Troubled Place
Being Something
Adieu to a Worthy Diamond
Surges of Ash
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Indentation riding fingernail comet of murky mentions embellishes soft whimpered afterthought, Wasteland fragrant proudly planned both odd and even, Sunny streets translucently track purposeless stopwatch hands Thick slam dunk grooms garnish a peak withering glass escape, Ashen mushrooms shatter epileptic force; weariness wills truthful surge.
Without Day<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n
Abrupt formality tames ewe; an acceptable trick rolled into a ball of might!
Saturated follies fight with top-watched fun far and near,
Clapping secret for goodness sake!
Bloody full destiny from stares of trees winking curiously at brittle significant damage
Intertwined burden brine sprinkles frosty normality until too late to haunt moody ghost,
Apparition hinders spiky bruise; an imaginary creature to abandon or choose.
\u201cShe\u2019s absolutely a winner!\u201d cries crow to rooster skimming lazy script loser talk.
Rooster hollers melodious triggers at butterfly lazily sleeping grass growth.
Partita passes over beautiful bleakness loving a player\u2019s hands and crow asks owl, \u201cWhose?\u201d
The owl spears silence from fearful perch as witness calls mysterious to come forth,
Breakage from a mighty fast chop alludes to emerging accident,
\u201cStop the watch now!\u201d called crow to owl on roost of early dawn rising,
Chance occurs on undefined exposure pronounced,
Remnants of noise amongst notions settle
\u201cTo be or not to be.\u201d is a Shakespearean quote treading the thousands mark;
Simplicity is yours for taking without \u2018now\u2019 demanded command.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Appearances within Troubled Place<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n
When considering flawless want, weigh intricacies magically or roam atop allotted portions
eliminating other importance,
Survival emphasis lumps the bed of a short truck cautiously steering fright-splintered roads,
Passenger exclaims backward exhausting beyond sign instructions,
Meticulous mirage germinates furry blossom reiterating factual hope beautifully seeps through ugliest scope,
Those who comprehend beholder babble should be wiped with a dust cloth and pitched to vultures!
Majority rules without doubt flowers are most attractive.
What sane mind boasts sharp-littered pebbles contain aesthetic value whatsoever?
Oh the colors, they are more gorgeous than ever!!
Purple turnip adds baby breath to bouquet crests and did you see the peace lilies?
How is colorless foliage so extremely pleasing?
Lilacs interfere with buttercups adorning rosy shrubs,
Peaks pause as curiosity stops peering fluttery promise.
If only dirty rocks did not tear sheds, the world would be similar enough to heavenly shards.
The driver releases the horse to buyer during troubled times,
The passenger\u2019s conclusion is now distorted as disagreement boils learned spirit.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Being Something<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n
Early eager freedom trips; unending reminiscent shopping sprees spring tears
Heaviness heaves with nothing to carry questioning intentions once had, now dissipated dew.
Generous gems of strangers appear from nowhere photographing unnecessary pictures of grins; playtime past ritual
Anger subsides placated weight graciously observant of small things.
Aching chimes of people now gone, lost in halls of what once was nice?
Shadow stream park picking, not once ever exposing the soul; a mistake in a tale read long ago.
Where is the house? Where is he or she? All these faces are nothing to me.
Longing familiar must have beamed up to a place imagined never.
Ringing voices frequently heard; lights to be bought for decorative outdoors awaken at zero hour.
Blossoming\u2026something always turned wandering fool not to be praised.
Shaken from goodness through solitary waltz unable to focus on who is at fault.
\u2018Beggars and choosers\u2019 both choose not to stray; players and winners quit the game eventually;
tomorrow\u2019s worries reserved for today.
Moment after moment once needed to pray, spoiled hours reflect on reject; it pierces the skin, give me another test.
Gambler, not I, during fiction or truth, my blinded sight needs a moment or two.
Sheerness seeps in swaying trees choosing moment\u2019s curdling age,
Hauling\u2026
Prodding attention over masses of grapes scattering braided cocoa bittersweet mistake
Windy texture raises pale temper; centrifugal forces spin bravery to the grave,
Lonely lots of rocking forward, cinder blocking tawny torrid; escaping from arrow cupid never saves.
Did you ever see dust tornado for exploration until later? (I did)
Weak flying dirt too dangerous to drive, energy brings it mysteriously alive.
Wide expanses for open dance; grimy dealings ruin shimmer
Abandoned shelters never a dream privilege wet day fighting shivers of pain
Seasons of salt fly to existence securing purpose to purchase beauty
Passing through every creeping corner of happily saddened tears;
Being something finally<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Adieu to a Worthy Diamond<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n
Ivy burgundy talk wrung,
Tiny stalactites of daunting rat gnarl a new hole through childless mind.
Scar visibility damply hunts ills of past bareness; sullen selection
Tipped lips point southward crowding space as nothing evermore imitates happy dressing of wounds
Queen Anne lace weed damage sticks drawer close
Dwarf\u2019s frown appeases spotty rumor while sipping a cup of clove aftermath,
Pockets tremble tart path
Brittle bones for uphill run invade hundredth trap,
Sputtering complex webs, unraveling jagged map,
Stains adorn trodden mile of diamond rust ruined behind woods of honored gloom,
Amplified muses savor purity pails saving stray worthy of respected drink,
Hello and goodbye, again and again. Those were the best, how strange.
Unaware years of silliness dressed in masks and open smiles!
The styles wowed even with brokenness; an \u2018ouch\u2019 here and there of a green thumb
or a nose too long with a backstage pass.
If only, if only, if only\u2026.hello atrocity! I don\u2019t know these either!
Tongues screaming earthquakes eat at morsels shopping for space as avalanche intrudes
Wait a minute. Who are you?
Where did they go? They\u2019re with you, don\u2019t you know?
No, but yes not really and it is pleasing on a Saturday worn.
When the clock strikes twelve, what then?
Satisfaction stamp to understand\u2026
I know, no, I don\u2019t. Closure is stolen as are thousands of days unexplained.
Hatred breaks my skull in places of mystery;
Lessons learned groove prisoner purpose through fearfulness of intimate exchanges,
Crash into tallest pile of opportunity galore from consequences carried drearily by whore
Turn the page and skip a few chapters to sedentary madness.
Adieu and goodbye, save pleasantries shuffling a pretty tomorrow,
Push with brute, open the cage, release the maddening evil slave!
Glory hallelujah and more merry years beyond the scope of spilled tears,
Adieu to you and forget forever, welcome an acceptable attractive clever.
Pursue clarity hysterically at front of line;
Seek and you will find but find what you seek satisfactorily so.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Surges of Ash<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n
One\u2019s truth is decent and good as others believe it boasts an anecdote to be extinguished with immediate attention.
The bottom reveals ocean wisdom rising for surface gulp,
Destitution pales in comparison with gracious circulatory pier;
Lamppost\u2019s warmth hints trace of destruction perpetuating minuscule fear.
Chances of this or that negativity wills into gutters most usually,
Joy of achieving honorable mention or life-long desire reoccurs,
\u2018Ashes to ashes and dust to dust\u2019 is expected at freedom\u2019s release.
Without speech there remains pushes of terrible lifelessness peering glossy weeds.
Observers spout holy monstrosities of new seeds irrigating a lovely fountain laid garden during time of human want;
Match one soul to another and there are not two but rather one playing every battle,
Surging galactic planetarium soil serves only distraction,
Keep in existence from here to eternity written on another year of uncertainty.
We will forward the frown into neutral blot for future\u2019s sake during mirage of spaciousness;
Patience waits to till a luscious meadow of olden gladness!
What a bargain\u2026
Piece gratified negotiation covers mouth-putter sleepy tarts,
Rumors sketch figurines centrally thieving torn rectangular cards
Spicy gentle spirits barter loosely
What a bargain! She\u2019s a beauty!
Sitting on branch of bothered squirrel.<\/p>\n\n\n\n