Here for metaphors, memory, and meaning.
Is this real?
I squint at shadows:
Am I stitching stars
Into daylight's hem again?”
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Is this real?
I squint at shadows:
Am I stitching stars
Into daylight's hem again?”
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With its teeth and bite.
There's an easy acceptance
In the silence here.”
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With its teeth and bite.
There's an easy acceptance
In the silence here.”
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and all I’ve shed
glint like rime
on a fractured pane—
autumn pours itself
into my marrow,
steeps me in mist
where shadows grow
versions of you
that time never chiseled.”
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and all I’ve shed
glint like rime
on a fractured pane—
autumn pours itself
into my marrow,
steeps me in mist
where shadows grow
versions of you
that time never chiseled.”
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What could have been a snowflake melting
Is a storm brewing at your touch
And some things crumble worse
In absence of a caring touch
But I , I think I can’t be trusted with your heart”
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What could have been a snowflake melting
Is a storm brewing at your touch
And some things crumble worse
In absence of a caring touch
But I , I think I can’t be trusted with your heart”
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When the same ghosts follow us both. “
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When the same ghosts follow us both. “
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All this emptiness in pressed cotton sleeves
All these muted days that bleed to neon
All these familiar faces through rain-swept glass
All this laughter caught like light in prisms
All these young dreams worn thin at the edges”
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All this emptiness in pressed cotton sleeves
All these muted days that bleed to neon
All these familiar faces through rain-swept glass
All this laughter caught like light in prisms
All these young dreams worn thin at the edges”
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So I’ll share the #Abecedarian here. A little context:
This was my third attempt at the poem. I wrote this after a horrible day. I was pickpocketed (the money was for my brother’s treatment) and I had hoped my poem would be selected as a karmic compensation.
So I’ll share the #Abecedarian here. A little context:
This was my third attempt at the poem. I wrote this after a horrible day. I was pickpocketed (the money was for my brother’s treatment) and I had hoped my poem would be selected as a karmic compensation.
and I yearn and yearn
In the belly of my heart, your tree remains
Unattended, bare
The branches rustle
Your echoes
Still more vibrant
Than the springs that have come
Your shade still
Carries more hues
Than any sky I’ve
Lived under.
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petals like embers smoulder
on summer's breath.
A quiet avalanche of red and orange
sways me, crowns me,
in the schoolyard where we wove
our fleeting regality.
Now, I witness
its bloom-corpses decomposing
on indifferent pavements.
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Unwitnessed and unperturbed,
whispering amongst themselves That perhaps even nothingness has its place.’’
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Unwitnessed and unperturbed,
whispering amongst themselves That perhaps even nothingness has its place.’’
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