Scott Ransopher Poems

Her friend's long skirt makes plumes across the sand;
She lies here listening to the whispering sea
That sends its ancient answers far inland,
And tries to pull their meanings into her.
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People surround him, yet he's still alone.
He enjoys the dark, but he fears the light.
He once was warm, now he's cold to the bone
How can he possibly survive this night?
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Yesterday her black hair flew with the wind
Her beauty he could not have just ignored
But her love he could not possibly win
He fears his heart could be sliced by a sword
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FALSE SPRING

Fat hyacinth bulbs,
Roused by a warm winter sun,
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Her costume sparkles as she waits to win
The music begins loud and very fast
She dances with a high kick and a spin
The look her face shows she's having a blast
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