#freeverse
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by Michael Plante I am a conductorso are you.We travel along a laid-out track.What fuels our momentum is what drives our fears;the past. Charging towards the unknownbelieving fate has our backsthe rails we call faithare the only thing we can feel.We hear the song of the railssinging out in the darknessthe old tune we’ve come…
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by Michael Plante I saw a woman who believed she was rejected by society.In her attempts to fit in she discarded her principles;cast them aside to engage in an illusionand spent the summer chasing something that didn’t exist. The butterfly floated down from the heavens ever so gently.Seeking nourishment for its body and soul.Landing upon…
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by Michael Plante There’s a crow outside my chamber windowI swear its Katie McGeecoming back to haunt mefor leaving her the way I did. She must have died, or made a deal?for her soul is now within a crowfree to go wherever she wantsor haunt whomever she pleases.She taps the glassLet me in, I only…
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by Michael Plante
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by Michael Plante I’m an old man in a roomreminiscing in memories;the cheap cracked floral wallpaperand the smell of old peopleis certainly a reality I could do without. It is not death I wait forit is the warm summer windfrom the land wherespirit people riseand haunting screams from our past comes alive.It is that I…
