The Blue Snow Falls

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The Blue Snow Falls

This disjointed series
Of serious choices
Has left me cold

I listen with ease
To erratic voices
Some new, some old

They pontificate about white
Snowflakes and blue skies
The products of reflected light
Caught by optic eyes

They never see
Skies of white,
Or blue snowflakes

They never see
Flux as right
They like static fakes.

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    Muttering Mark

    This conjointed poemOf serious poetryHas left me ravenousfor more words

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