A Lily Blossoms

A lily blossoms
From a fingerprint which touched
The breath of a soul.

(c) 2011

The Fountain Pen

The fountain of youth,

Where my brothers played

When they were four,

Is now all dry

From the long hot summer days

That gave them heat exhaust.

We used to skip through the water,

As the commercials elevated the watts,

To feel ourselves get lost

As the bass would swim like Ginsburg.

Drip, drip, drop.

The beat of our hearts, our thoughts;

Stoking under the pressure of an electrical fire

Drip, drip, dr

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(c) 2011

Connotation

It was like sand that rippled to an evening tide,

Then dissolved into mist.

Its age accented like footprints on a beach

Footprints tracing a face's wrinkles

Highlighted by a sunset pen

For publication in the fields of Bunker Hill

But the knowledge of the fact of fiction

Had its curtain drawn towards the Occipital lobe.

Like the radar on a passenger jet,
Furrowed wrinkles jogged on by.

(c) 2011