David Plantinga
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The Grate and the MothA Poem by David PlantingaThe sheets and blankets are too big For such a little bed. They drape their fringes on the floor, And dribble dreams with red. .. |
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CorridorsA Poem by David PlantingaLeafing through Kafka brought on this picture of a subdued afterlife. |
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MurmursA Poem by David PlantingaThe ocean waves are murmuring, And some who walk the shore May pause to hear some wisdom there, And linger more and more. The.. |
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A Hair ShirtA Poem by David Plantingarhymed verse |
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LitheA Poem by David PlantingaWords can wriggle through the cracks Where grosser largeness blocks, And even with no aperture Huskless speech can seep through locks.. |
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The Melting HoursA Poem by David PlantingaThe town shone cleanest in the mist. The clerk rushed for his train, And if he dallied on his course, The mist would clot to rain. .. |
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A Grimy WindowA Poem by David PlantingaLife’s a very busy thing And rushes by so fast, And since inertia rules this world It cannot help but last. Transactions p.. |