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Preservation by PrinceVee, literature

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Preservation

I took photographs of the flowers in the garden yesterday in hope they might bring joy in winter when the leaves are gone and the woolen clouds all swallow the sunlight. How fortunate to have them now in bloom and all the while kept safe inside a little darkened chamber waiting for reanimation to be grown as they were before by measured application of light and time. Were it so easy to preserve a kiss I would have kept one for days like today for we are in winter in June and my hands are cold and my lips are dry.

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Demon and Doll by PrinceVee, literature

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Demon and Doll

Demon and Doll met on the moon, hiding and seeking and speaking too soon. Demon and Doll where did you go? Haunting and wanting the other to know. A long-winded radio tower in the stillness of lakes made of glass, cotton, and stone. Among tugboats and nets and the throes of regrets stands a sentinel lighthouse whose lamp guides me onward and home. Demon and Doll what need you to find? A mind full of peace or a piece of my mind? Demon and Doll as you sit on the stair every up needs a down every stitch needs a tear. And you'll figure it out day by day.

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Lake Poems: II by PrinceVee, literature

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Lake Poems: II

A heron swoops and scoops a fish, A kayak skims across the glass pane effortlessly, and nearly unreal as if gravity yielded to grace in increments a meter long. In playful contrast, a pair of family hounds plunge in chasing toothsome treasures, snarfing back to shore with canine self-satisfaction. And all around, rows of onlookers and silent sentinels sway with the easy breeze, limbs outstretched dancing with their friends on the other shore.