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#11
The sirens melody begins at sunset, rhythmic, maddening, soft as children’s laughter and dreadful as words spoken in anger, undeserved like an empty bottle, or the poet’s page colored with love and loss, infected by doubt and laden down with longing, we too, earned the right to ride the ink-tide set free in parallel lines,…
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#10
Imitate the Maker’s brushstroke, saturated with sentiment, broken like the prose of a refugee, what can endure the wasting of days, marked by slivers on the wall, what if joy is hidden in plain sight, in the sunbeams, in solitude stripped bare and forgotten?
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#9
That which fell upon babel returns once again, sharp as night, discordant as Ishmael’s refracted memories such sorrow as that cannot be banished with a pill, nor lost at the bottles end, or be endured by the most stalwart of souls is banished, but for a moment by your lips
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#8
Mournful one read your future in the taro cards, cleave to the queen of hearts, turn the jester upon its head even Chiron for all his wisdom is made a fool at the rivers end, through the doorway, under those stars have they denied you again? your grief too heavy for flight, apotheosis beyond your…
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#7
Storm clouds sweep down from the mountain scraping the manic dregs of life from the slopes and valleys before turning heavenward only the blind can see, in static blue and grey; strife threatens the fortune soul if such things could be captured in raindrops and spun into notes, such an anxious symphony as has never…
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#6
They say life is like a circle, full of joy and of sorrow, eternal as your never ending story, what then, do they say of love? Intimate, visceral, brighter than fire and more quiet than the ember resting in the ashes preluding rebirth, soon but not yet forgotten who can say, when tomorrow is written…
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#5
Hope lingers like a shadow on the sea wall it flickers like faith, once extinguished, while sorrow swells behind it, ignominious, incomprehensible, inevitable when the dam breaks will we all drown together? or is there yet a chance for a final, prophetic miracle?
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#4
Exile, your brain fogged over in passing lay still, sheets bunch like sandpaper against your skin who were you? Before ethanol poisoned the dream were you a child, knee deep in sea foam, or half hearted melancholy in Autumn, peddling beneath crimson bowed willows? or perhaps you could be found, running alongside twilight, lungs a…
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#3
Tell me a story, of Aphrodite and her porcelain skin, beautiful as a silk-spun sunrise tell me of Artemis the huntress, of a heart transfixed in motion, of unrequited love, a maiden captured but for a moment, illuminated by the moonlight tell me of Hera, queen of heaven of the tribute piled at her feet,…
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#2
You, first of the last chapters, split the balance of my heart inequitably that’s ok, there is nothing to forgive, to regret for I enter exile with your smell lingering upon my skin, your eyes reflected in moonlit pools, sharp as Artemis’s arrow full, beautiful, generous and your love etched deeper than my scars gentle…
Black ink and sunbeams poetry 