Nancy M. Godfrey

(acrostic)

War and poverty throughout each nation
Hellish armies march in formation
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What does she think-
This woman with the flowing hair
Locked behind the looking glass.
Is this her image for all to see?
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Silk fabric of thought
Weave words of perfection.
A tapestry laced with life.
From dawn of day
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Paper doll made of indigo ink
Soul devoid of concealment
Naked and pure.
Reflection of innocence
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(off the cuff)

I want to absorb
Honey sunlight
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I open the gates of my being to you
And like the morning tide you flow
towards me.
Deep within my heart I am filled
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Within the darkest light of day
When minutes stop and seconds
tick slowly away...
Cast behind shadows of gray
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Blind to the image of a face
painted on a reversible
one-sided canvas.
Intoxicated by willowy
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Kite made of paper dreams
Glides on breezy gleam
Something in its flight
Clarifies the sight
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How did you manage to tear down
-Barricaded walls-
Reinforced with steel?
How were you able to dig so deep...
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Her heart is full
As she listens
To the ivory keys.
Symphonic opus
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Inkblots of tears
Scribbled over-
Literature gazes
Persuasive fears-
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