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Poetry


Seasons In Between

Clem M. Bascar


It seems I lost track of my consciousness,
I must have left it among the strands of darkness
and beams of daylight scattered across a tattered
mantle of grass by a witching wind;
It´s the first dawn
of summer...
and I bid farewell
to all my childhood dreams.

It´s already dawn
but the chill of midnight still refuses
arrogantly to depart from my deeply furrowed chin;
Ah, the ravages of time have surely taken a fatal toll
on my soul; it´s no surprise for they are too visible
for a child´s eyes to ignore.
It´s the last day of fall
and a pauper welcomes reluctantly
the first flakes of snow.

Somewhere a fowl screams
but soon silence overwhelms again;
It´s the rhythm everybody dreads...
for it could only mean one thing-
the cross-over of one´s life to another plane.
Now, it´s the second twilight
of spring.

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