Bonnie Shipman Poems

I slip
Away
Like wind
When summer
...

Mysterious gray
The shadow of a lone tree
Silently waiting
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Encrusted with jewels
And covered with gold
It may be priceless
But it can be sold
...

Cold at first, the smooth metal,
The round bell my fingertips caress.
Reflected golden light
And the honey-thickness of color
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I catch you crying
in the closet,
and wonder
what has gone wrong.
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The wind is calling me
The rain cries out my name
I am a child of the winter:
The shivering of leaves;
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I have long brown hair;
hers is long and blonde and smoother than mine
I write poems or stories or songs;
she writes too, but her poems are more poetic
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pride is cruel
through me
but it doesn't
have to be
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A maze of black and white emptiness
Fills me with a sense of craziness.
Empty spaces are waiting to be filled-
With words finely ground and milled.
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