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Freestyle Poetry by ~BenPollack
Norrsken Your mind's a tumultuous vortex of thoughts,Norrsken by ~BenPollack
Tumble towards twilight, vernal equinox.
Northern Sweden in the winter,
The spark is growing dimmer.
But the contrast fascinates,
Even the smallest glimmer, scintillates,
and winks with a shimmer, so distinct.
Lights on the skyline always seem to blink.
Encompassing view, aesthetic senses are replete.
The horizon is clear, snow cold and timeless.
Where we sit, with nothing but forest behind us,
When mutual desire finally crystallizes.
like a flake, unique to this moment.
It's a shame, emotions weren't meant to be frozen
a second later and it's all back in motion,
awkward pause not
_ Behold the interstitial feeling_ by ~BenPollack
where my reach exceeds your grasp.
Another touch to send you reeling,
when motivation's past.
I connect the dots to form a line,
but a wall is as real as you decide.
With infinite points to span the divide,
there are infinite places your thoughts can hide.
You're present in the future-tense,
uneasy absence I can sense.
So let's go ahead and we'll pretend,
Regret's enough to make amends.
How do you heal the broken? How do you heal the broken?How do you heal the broken? by ~BenPollack
With thought and gesture, intimating words unspoken.
Though you'd better hurry, as the moment is still frozen.
Whilst feeling much obliged, to this emotion you're beholden.
Take care it isn't paltry, that the price is more than token.
To consecrate this rite, their mind must be awoken.
Come What May, June, July.... The hanging wheel of future,Come What May, June, July.... by ~RockerByBaby
spinning endless.
His hands approach the hour,
thrusts against us.
Counter-clockwise faultlessness
arrives on time,
fools all of us
into late blooming.
The face on the clock
overlooks fixed rhythm
as he writes “Come what may”
on random squares of calendars.
and the critiques 
Thanks manymuchalot for the add! 
Sta.sh
