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Friday, April 29, 2016

Poetry By HR Creel

Four poems by HR Creel

Indigo

in purple ink
I spelled my name
finding a truer
identity
finding a truer
self
set free in writing.

Wheels

we roll on
in spite of the bumps
bruises we suffer
in spite of the splatters
what they spell
across the glass.

  Celery and His Fine Wheels From Tiny Drawings By Jenny Mathews 


Digression

I take a small side
street as I speak
not aware that I am leading
back to where I started
so go with me for the ride.

Wakes Me

my condition
wakes me reminding me
of how the clock ticks
my moments away.

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