Will Dockery wrote:
>
> Hazel's Hex

>> She holds her hand
>> against the glass.
>> Before she gets
>> too much memory.
>> This game of numbers
>> chances so high to lose.
>>
>> I hesitate
>> to call her name.
>> Deep humid night
>> sick wildflower smell.
>> Watch her knocking
>> across the Village Green
>> I feel a sinking inside.
>>
>> Looked into her eyes
>> like a night move to hold her.
>> But that's not possible.
>> Frayed pitch
>> I must have thought I'd tried
>> but I stopped way short.
>>
>> Her beauty is eternal
>> being weary and so wary.
>> Reconstruct my heart.
>> Or something like
>> revisionist memory
>> since it was nothing
>> but scrambled dogs and
>> chitter-chat.
>>
>> -Will Dockery

> More of my life transformed into poetry/art.

> Found in my Drafts file...

> :)

Simply outstanding poetry.....

Zod wrote:
> Will Dockery wrote:
>>
>> Hazel's Hex

>>> She holds her hand
>>> against the glass.
>>> Before she gets
>>> too much memory.
>>> This game of numbers
>>> chances so high to lose.
>>>
>>> I hesitate
>>> to call her name.
>>> Deep humid night
>>> sick wildflower smell.
>>> Watch her knocking
>>> across the Village Green
>>> I feel a sinking inside.
>>>
>>> Looked into her eyes
>>> like a night move to hold her.
>>> But that's not possible.
>>> Frayed pitch
>>> I must have thought I'd tried
>>> but I stopped way short.
>>>
>>> Her beauty is eternal
>>> being weary and so wary.
>>> Reconstruct my heart.
>>> Or something like
>>> revisionist memory
>>> since it was nothing
>>> but scrambled dogs and
>>> chitter-chat.
>>>
>>> -Will Dockery

>> More of my life transformed into poetry/art.

>> Found in my Drafts file...

>> :)

> Simply outstanding poetry.....

Thanks again for reading and commenting, Zod.