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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.)

Sunday, June 11, 2017

Blood In The Trees

Images adrift,
Flow to the place of faces.
A flash of color in a winter-scape.
The music turns dramatic.
How can this all exist,
Inside a world of smell and saviors?
With this brush, I thee claim.
Now we are the same.
See?
Expectations turn the smoke to blue.
In the flames of alchemy,
Beauty forges you.


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