ATTENTION

I glisten to distract, like a snowflake; the sparkle before the melt. Particles of fleeting perfection floating through the hands of time, falling through all these imperfections. If only my clutch were tighter, truer, if only I knew more of my own truth, too many skins already slipped through, too much prediction put on that […]

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THE SWEPT AND THE SWEEPERS

  Fragility falling through fine flecks of fair filigree, perfect patterns of individuality speckled on imperfect individuals. Snowflakes melt on steaming skin thin on time, too thick to break through, you cannot always sink below the surface of an iceberg, we cannot break through all that lays beneath, all the lies below the surface, it […]

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NaPoWriMo: ENTITLEMENTS

  And so it begins, National (Global) Poetry Writing Month #NaPoWriMo 30 new poems over 30 days Gird your loins! (Or Lines!) Who’s joining in? Feel free to post your blog address in the comments section here to make sure everyone knows what you’re up to… All pillars fall over time, all gods grow down […]

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IN THE WAKE OF DAY

  I see you sometimes  in motions and moments,  on lips being kissed and hands being held,  in that taxi while thinking of another, in those arms while I searched for slumber,  I see you sometimes  in paintings of people, in colours of contentment  on canvas, connected,  I see you on the streets that I […]

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ALONG THE WAYSIDE

Subdued by circumstance, Sitting soulfully In the shadow Of uncertainty As situations Settle themselves Into scenes played out Beyond reach of understanding Or certitude, I succumb To the subtle shifts In atmospherical changes, Accept the silences As essential escapism And shake In the fallouts from storms Rained down only In the calmest corners of the […]

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Attaining the Stars

Parted from the inhuman heights of the heavens, We dwell deep, deep down In what we’ve shaped Into the final spoils Of Planet Earth, Lost amid our own All-consuming desire To rise up and stand out. We are funny creatures Of spiraling arms And spindly legs, Equally drawn and repelled By each other’s tastes and […]

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Sunday Morning Rituals/Yesterday Once More

From your bedroom This morning, This ordinary Sunday morning In September As I holidayed at home And watched from the window The saucy shadow of winter Teasing the sun’s final rays from the garden, The scent of your hairspray came Floating through the air And transported me Through a lifetime of living To that other […]

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