Silver Coin

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If only it were possible
To reach through a screen
Touch that moment
My soul was captured
Exposed
For a split second
Caught in a photo
And yell through time and space
Glare into those ocean-like eyes
Shake and slap
My own
Dream filled
Empty
Head
“You are destroying yourself!!”
Ah, but I knew then
Didn’t I?
Yes, and I know still…
I would do it again.
-LM Jones

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Round and Round

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“What an interesting job I’ve chosen for myself,”
I think as I circle round and round
I HATE crowds
Yet here I am…in the mall
In the midst of the tide
As they roll by
“Miss America! My card for you!”
German yells to some cute little thing
Our mission…
To get women to stop
And try our outrageously expensive product
We are the hunter
They are our prey
I arch an eyebrow
As some snob stares with disdain
At my card
I know what she’s thinking
“Poor little kiosk worker,
You must make minimum wage.”
I resist the urge to tell her
“I’ve probably made more than your husband.”
My sales reach $1500
So I’ve made $500
In one day.
I hardly care though
In all honesty
This job is so draining
Twelve hour days
On my feet
Around and around
We’re so amusing to the employees at Apple
And Helzberg Diamonds
As we rush like rats in a cage
And all the emotional connections
That I must make
In a matter of moments
I know someone’s life story
And gain her trust
The best sales though,
Are the ones that end with a hug
She loves the product
And is happy with the price
Those are the sales
That help me sleep at night.
-LM Jones

A Creature of Flight

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And I was a creature of flight
Dancer in realms of air
Beloved of clouds and light
Silken feathers, golden and fair

And I was a creature both violent and free
Hurricane breath with tsunami eyes
Daughter of the tempest breeze
Rainbow phoenix in blazing skies

And I was a creature of the stars
Infinitesimal child of night
Pulled along the dust trails of Mars
For all was beautiful within my sight.

-LM Jones

Writer’s Block?

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Is the true test
Of a writer
In the midst
Of Barren thoughts?

Shall I press onward?
Produce lines?
Or will I simmer
And create something real?

I choose to wait
Only…
Let the fire and the thunder
Linger not far from me

Am I doomed to be
Living dust?
Empty?
Return! Chaos and spark!

I beg you…
Words
Flow true again
Vital, like blood and breath
-LM Jones