orgami's Diaryland Diary

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Karuse

The hills are tinged
and at nights the jets land
full of lights
whistling in
across the windowview

I envy the hate for this
place..row upon row we
are stacked in

anonymous and known

heading for the townhouses

what lies in wait there to be
known

all the moves
the distraught issues with
them all and there were many

the cats we must leave elsewhere
and I am reminded of the children
torn away from mothers
the illnesses
the confiscations

years waged while the snows
fell... the armour being built
hammered out and fitted at the
nights when rain fell against
the windows when the house
was silent... the hunters
prowled

formulaes of survival
hope and humour

bozes how I bet people hate
the smell of cardboard
once happiness play
imagination invention

now a signal for the fear
the unknown the restless
winds that blow
beneath the sky
when summer lakes turn
bright and the ice crawls
from shore

the bitter light
the warmth on the square
that crawls across the floor
and orange hued wonder
the amazing dusks past October

10:17 p.m. - 2012-09-19

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