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Momma's Eyes

Momma's Eyes

Time wanes in momma’s eyes
Ticking closer toΒ a demise
Callow memories in a heart
Weathered lips gild impart

Offered haven in a storm
Devotion cast gently warm
Rustic gears, wisps to remember
Borne once upon a September

Creaking bones weary chime
Dinning clock winkles in time
Moments phase, 'tilΒ final hour
PendulumsΒ of graveside flower

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Simon Bromley

Just awesome!Β  Your picture choice and word usage blow me away every time.

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Simon Bromley

I never am either lol.Β  Ignore it because were always our own worst critique!Β  Trust me its fantastic.

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Ian William

Excellent! It summons the thought of mortality and its enigmatic, yet inevitable demise. Well executed.

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FRANTIC FREE-VERSER

Ahh! Whence we all shuttle of this mortal coil.
great words as always poetess darkly.

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