Best Poem of M.J. Dura

Water Crest Cursive
The man stood at the edge of sea,
Screaming out loud
To an audience of waves;
None too committed to paying attention.
His world had been taken over by TV.
His freedom only to be found in the index of his child's school book.
He cried often.
At the edge of the water he lay crying.
At the edge . . .
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Our City Transparent
Up...
And down...
Black...
Blue...
Round...
And round...
Your sweets are delicate inside my heart pushing and pulling making me ill I feel sick when I'm with you and yet I love it so much I cannot control my feelings when we are apart I hardly think of it why I don't know.
Heart...
Ache...
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