Age is a sly old stranger
who comes at the close of the day
Age is a regular charmer
who begs to come and stay
Age is like the furniture
you know him like your stairs
Age is a sly old stranger
he’ll catch you unawares
Tag Archives: Poetry
Not Here… by Toni L.A. Cross
Perfect, innocent thing
so helpless and young
swaddled in my womb
my mind imagines you so perfectly
and my heart wishes you here so desperately
that sometimes I almost think it is so
Soft, downy thing
so tiny and warm
nestled against my breast
my senses conjure you so perfectly
and my soul dreams of you so desperately
that sometimes I almost think you never left
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Seedling… by Toni L.A. Cross
Impatiently stirring in darkness
a seed in the womb of the earth
stretching and yearning and slowing unfurling
searching and searching for light
Casting off the veil of its seedhood
shedding the skin of its youth
budding and bursting and suddenly thirsting
searching and searching for light
Knowing not what it might be
caring not where it might sprout
growing and reaching and rapidly moving
searching and searching for light
Thrusting itself towards the heavens
bare newborn covered in dew
hoping and dreaming and artlessly scheming
searching and searching for light
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Hating Goodbye
the minutes bleed and slip away
no matter how I wish they’d stay
and too soon night turns into day
I watch you go and then I pray
goodbye is a word I hate to say
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Right Wrong Right… Toni L.A. Cross
If you say that all people are right
Then
How can you say that I am wrong
To say that you are wrong
If
I am wrong because you say
Then
You must be wrong about everyone being
Right
The Wisdom of Gavroche 