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You know you are expected to respond, that rules establish how to choose your words.
Instead, you lead her out beyond the edge and watch her iron shackles become birds. Surrender to this failure. Shave your head. Embrace her like the resurrected dead.
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You know you are expected to respond, that rules establish how to choose your words.
Instead, you lead her out beyond the edge and watch her iron shackles become birds. Surrender to this failure. Shave your head. Embrace her like the resurrected dead.
#poetry
#poetry #writing
You did not create
the arrogance
that lies in wait.
Wilted in the sun,
surrendered generosity
is not an accident.
Facts matter.
So does silence.
#writingcommunity
You did not create
the arrogance
that lies in wait.
Wilted in the sun,
surrendered generosity
is not an accident.
Facts matter.
So does silence.
#writingcommunity
They can’t be less inhuman than they are.
The line of people leaving, a living scar
across the flesh that was our home, stretched far
beyond where I, at six years old, could see.
Even now, that child breathes in me,
riding his father's shoulders...
They can’t be less inhuman than they are.
The line of people leaving, a living scar
across the flesh that was our home, stretched far
beyond where I, at six years old, could see.
Even now, that child breathes in me,
riding his father's shoulders...
www.vianegativa.us/2025/08/poet...
but it was not a seed it was a star
but it was not a star in was a world
but it was not a world it was a god
but it was not a god it was a laughter
—from “Time in the Rock or Prelude to Definition,” by Conrad Aiken
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but it was not a seed it was a star
but it was not a star in was a world
but it was not a world it was a god
but it was not a god it was a laughter
—from “Time in the Rock or Prelude to Definition,” by Conrad Aiken
www.richardjnewman.com/microblog/