Rhythm
Rhythm Still drumming away the years of pain that loss invokes Beating in vain those countless strokes Cadence sustained by burning notes Till blisters enflamed convey the strain of memory J.M.Rogers
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Intangible
Intangible Setting sun Darkening trees Chirping birds And rolling breeze What words will do? None that I know So I will sit And watch it go. Down, down, down Into the night Pink, lavender, blue And deepest twilight. What words will do? None that I know None that I know. J.M. Rogers