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Created on: April 15, 2011
No Words for February
Inertia propels this month of tyrannical emptiness
A minefield where the mines are slight descending gradients
What I wouldn't give for an explosion
An ember
The heat of a match
The heart has the memory of an elephant savant
Stretching from the here at the foot of the Mountain
And back to the C
The play was the rehearsal
The rehearsal, the play
January, a dancing faerie shooting dew drops through my soul
September, a lightning angel calling forth the thunder
February
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Poetry: February
by Shane Mole
No Words for February
Inertia propels this month of tyrannical emptiness
A minefield where the mines are slight descending
February in Liskeard (UK)
It's a cold, damp February morning
In ancient Liskeard town.
And a mist clings to the old slate walls
by Scott Kinney
this is the month
that could be called
the month of love
it is so close
to the end of winter
spring is so near
it is also so dear
for
February brings shadows to sleep with me
Inside my heart of grace
Gathering honey drops with every taste
Cinnamon banners
Cold February Nights
I wish I could have arrested time,
when out into that cold February night
you took my hand,
and lead me
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