I float in the air care not where I land
Seeing far and wide this poet does
Negate all the beast she sees
Gracious not she all that feel herself
Rejecting all comers and goers swift hard
Poet knows a full head of gnats belows
Pios and holy they portray all behind doors
Gloved hands rip aside curtains where fools hide
Looking close see ugly fly wide and side
Leaving hear and far nowhere is place to hide
Creatures low and suck the blood from all
Youth today and old yesterday seems so cool a fade
But tomorrow sees a mockingbird leer a grin wide and sideways
Seeing a group of people socialize not with a glare of hate malignant
sour these unwanted
Faceless enemies cowards of bastard scion search wide far ugly
sears light spears
Grasping and leaning low gestures embrace a weird lulaby
Surely a poet lots cannot always know a pot so low
Moving forward swift and quick is the way to trick a flash
Simple and complex yet deceptive is the clear green of eye
Yield to the impossible is the need to be free of responsibility
Maybe life is clear and road simple yet hard but easy yet swift
Never have a poet know a pot so low to empty yet remain full
Resolve self is the way to know that life is evolution and time will
reveal all of fear so grasp it not near
By Felicia McCaw
Seeing far and wide this poet does
Negate all the beast she sees
Gracious not she all that feel herself
Rejecting all comers and goers swift hard
Poet knows a full head of gnats belows
Pios and holy they portray all behind doors
Gloved hands rip aside curtains where fools hide
Looking close see ugly fly wide and side
Leaving hear and far nowhere is place to hide
Creatures low and suck the blood from all
Youth today and old yesterday seems so cool a fade
But tomorrow sees a mockingbird leer a grin wide and sideways
Seeing a group of people socialize not with a glare of hate malignant
sour these unwanted
Faceless enemies cowards of bastard scion search wide far ugly
sears light spears
Grasping and leaning low gestures embrace a weird lulaby
Surely a poet lots cannot always know a pot so low
Moving forward swift and quick is the way to trick a flash
Simple and complex yet deceptive is the clear green of eye
Yield to the impossible is the need to be free of responsibility
Maybe life is clear and road simple yet hard but easy yet swift
Never have a poet know a pot so low to empty yet remain full
Resolve self is the way to know that life is evolution and time will
reveal all of fear so grasp it not near
By Felicia McCaw
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