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winter crushed autumn's
rustic tones
leaving no leaves
with starkness of cold
spring melted winter's
wonderland
sparing no sparseness
from invading green
summer wilted spring's
flowering future
heating the heartland
and wringing her growth
autumn chilled summer's
languid plays
sinking the sun
to put joy assunder
the trees forgive the
buds they used to be,
the birth and the death
of the cycle
surfaces and surrenders.
the sun comes closer
and moves away, as if
ever changing
in the same ways.
rustic tones
leaving no leaves
with starkness of cold
spring melted winter's
wonderland
sparing no sparseness
from invading green
summer wilted spring's
flowering future
heating the heartland
and wringing her growth
autumn chilled summer's
languid plays
sinking the sun
to put joy assunder
the trees forgive the
buds they used to be,
the birth and the death
of the cycle
surfaces and surrenders.
the sun comes closer
and moves away, as if
ever changing
in the same ways.
Literature
dear sacred, unnameable, unapproachable you
everything is interconnected.
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on that rough patch of a slippery road
in the passenger seat i stared into the noise wall.
i knew then.
to carry this conviction in the purse
of my stomach like a leaden bullet.
there are ways to smuggle this
and make it out alive, i repeat.
she the catalyst,
empty bullet case
shifted gears and became a stranger.
you turn around and see
a wall of a slippery road.
one to zero,
limp neuron. and i believe
we all switch modes
but is it circular and are there ways back to foregroun
Literature
vi.
he's a beautiful chaos,
bluegray eyes and a haunted smile
that can only belong to a
stormtorn sky-
hold me in your warmth and i'll shiver
Literature
cladach eachtrach
Our shadows were children
the horizon a nightlight,
my skin Vodka white
in the womb
of the Atlantic,
bioluminescence
like sparks
conducting electricity
strip wire symphony,
naked limbs paired and
easily divided
in the remainder
wading
between constants;
prenatal combination,
the tide rolling in contractions,
and like ships to harbor
it bore us to shore.
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I was supposed to write a poem about forgiveness for a group exercise. I spilled this one out, but I'm not that happy with it. I ended up not attending the group meeting that day. Can I be forgiven for that? I don't know, but I find it hard to force the poems to be poems. They will just be what they want to be anyway. I do like the second to last stanza. Yea. Hmm. Posting it anyway.
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I like it. When are you back from Aussie? I'm starting to get those end of winter blues, you know, where you feel you've been a hibernative recluse for ages, your house is so lived in it needs a bloody good spring clean, and you feel like you've become quite isolated and start worrying about yourself! But I think this is probably fairly typical for a lot of people at the end of winter.
Looking forward to being more social as the weather warms, feel like it would do me the world of good.
Looking forward to being more social as the weather warms, feel like it would do me the world of good.