notions, preconceived are what I based my
ill thought after assumptions on, placed excessive surety and estimated:
its dept, how easy it will be to displace
its feel and what it must contain
and importantly noting how it looks
well within a second reflexively pushing a door
opening slightly the doorway of like or dislike
But proven awfully wrong as I neared the golden chest
And found it to be lighter, shallower, less than valuable on the inside
The bright container might just contain an ironic shape.
-NB Cheryl
the purest form
is a smile subtle and silent
and a feeling that lasts
just a few seconds
like fuzzy dandelions
weighted in my head
blowing away slowly
clouding my ears
Every sound d i s t a n t
The feeling that is shared
but never understood
and thus remains
forever private.
-NB Cheryl
nudged by the
first ray of sunlight
her eyes opened
golden speck
glint in the dark iris
stationary--- her and all
except the rising sun
-NB Cheryl
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