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Please Disregard This Poem
Please excuse my serrated sadness that
cuts through the air like
stale perfume.
Pardon my well-quilled melancholy that
protects my obscurity from
daydream predators.
Forgive my windmill avoidance with
arms-length blades that steers past
interior investigation.
I miss meaningless walks over hills,
casual glances without insinuation,
careless conversations that follow the wind
and mouthfuls of astonishment at nothing.
Overlook my well-sliced uncertainty
that nods away each adverse opinion
with feigned compliance.
Disregard my midlife flinch that
remembers bombs exploding and
grenades whistling over the heads
of the daring dreamers.
I miss the rebel’s cause,
the youngheart’s passion,
the sightless following,
the pilgrim’s progress
unjudged and just inside the lines.
Ignore my castaway heart,
but never, please, never
Write off my dreamy youth.
wanting to be who I am in Him, and that alone,
Mark Phillips
Email: Mark Phillips
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