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Hello, and welcome to my daily poetry blog. The following poems are improvised based on my day, general reflections, or by just allowing my mind to cruise in neutral without a filter. I have been working on this for something around two years now and have amassed a lot of words. You can either go through them page by page, or check out the "Hall of Better Poems" option in the right column. Please feel free to comment on what you like or dislike, and also subscribe below if you like this sort of thing. Thanks!
- Patrick Lyndaker

(typically I will write down my ideas on paper throughout the day and I may not get in front of a computer to transfer it. So I then dump a few days worth of poems at once.)

Monday, July 4, 2016

This Morning's Mourning

I did not want that phone call.
I still look at phones with apprehension since.
The clouds were something of a pink.
With orange and red dancing at the edges.
I did not heed the warning that early,
And now he is gone.
We will never see that smile.
We will never hear that laugh.
I don't even know where I was when it happened,
but I mark every moment since his passing.
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