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Kim Montague
http://kimmontague.purpledream.com
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Lasso My Thoughts
01/16/03
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Lean back on the pillows,
Popped up in my bed.
A thousand thoughts
Run through my head.
To lasso one,
Would be the test,
Thinking only of ONE,
Above all the rest.
I will toss and I will turn,
Until time comes to dream,
It will be an eternity,
At least forever, it seems.
I will awaken again,
With the promise anew,
One more day to muddle through.
Eventually finding me here with my pen,
Trying to lasso my thoughts ~ Again.
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As The Beauty Fades
01/20/03 |
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Red, orange,
Pastel blue,
Burning in the west.
Such awesome hues,
Impressive views,
A work in progress.
Jet streams paint
Without intent,
Boldly scoring
With their ascent.
Magenta, peach,
Violet so bright,
The clouds commend you,
In your plight.
A kaliedescope of color,
Abstract just the same,
Give way to stars and moon,
As the beauty fades.
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The Candle
02/01/03
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Tall and proud
It lights the way,
A cozy glow
To rest or pray.
Solid and strong,
It's weakness hides,
Beneath the wick
That burns inside.
Surrenduring to the heat,
The liquid flows,
Melting, dripping,
The river grows.
Lonely the wick,
Crooked & bent,
Still stands proud,
Expired and spent.
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The Trees
04/23/04
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The trees wave,
Their branches bursting
With buds of flowers and new leaves.
The trees sway,
A canopy of bright and healthy green.
Basking in the sun's warm glow,
Giving sound to the passing breeze.
The trees glow,
Fiery reds, orange and yellow,
Demanding our attention
One last time.
The trees weep,
Half naked and wet,
Alone in the darkness
For many nights to come.
The trees twinkle
Covered in ice and snow
Adorned with tiny lights,
We admire it's form and foundation.
The trees celebrate
The weather of the seasons,
By changing their foliage,
Passing us cues
And instilling traditions.
Thus completing
One more ring of life.
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I Savor It
05/01/04
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The water runs on my head,
My hair absorbs it,
Guiding it to my neck
I feel the heat
As it defines
The contours of my body
With deep breaths,
I consume the steam.
I make it hotter.
I begin to move slower
As I direct my therapy
On the pains of my day.
I think even slower
As the tile lines,
Voluntarily confuse me.
The world, momentarily,
In slow motion.
I Savor It.
Stop taking things for granted
and savor the small pleasures.
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