Tag: poetry
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#12
Five to five you inquire about the nature of the ocean indwelling the soul, the sea of half-thoughts, transfixed in motion, swept aside by solitude, cast away in grief, stolen like a silent soliloquy at midnight, caught as before In my windpipe
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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?
Black ink and sunbeams poetry 