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Tag: poem
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Life By Eva Wal
Smiling into the morning’s faceI lie under a tree Listening to birds With my eyesI kiss the crooked treefull of rounded fruits A happy crowd held in friendly arms I can do what I wantI watch the river flow Don’t be a slave, don’t be a foolshe speaks to mewhile…
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The King’s Pirouette By Jaden Fong
Just to the left of the dying lavender,there is a castle of a web, fit fornothing short of a king. That’sjust what I expect the spider is, too: a king.His galt is royal, regal, intentional.He spins crystalline twine day after nightafter day, laying each ivory wing to his thronecarefully, one…
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Happy New Year By Ashley Wilson
Twenty-six. Twenty-seven.Twenty Twenty. Twenty Twenty-One.You’ve crossed the river Styxand have entered hell. Oh, how uneventful. How sad.Did you expect fireworks?With all that has happened,did you think it was over? A year older, you feel the same,only to realize it’s been over half a decadesince you’ve graduated (college that is).It’s getting…
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The Night That We Were By K.M. Crane
We were there the night the roses exploded. Blood red petals cover city parked cars, showered with confetti failures. Tell me yours and I’ll show you mine. See the concrete lined with trees, see these lists, inked leaves with juices from fallen fruit. Half-moon stains are thoughts unsaid. Do you…
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The Aging Dog By Kelli Lage
Adopted at two monthsold. A mixed dog, they toldme Blue Heeler meetsLabrador. Fur patterns ofbrowns, blacks, and whites. Thirteen lastmonth. We celebrated with cupcakes. Inoticed your eyebrows are gray now.They still look up inquisitively at eachpasserby. You spend your days restingin the porch gazing out the window. Yousettle into your…
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Tender Firecrackers
A note from the author to the author:do not be a coward. At what speed do I have to move to outrunwarmth,fading red of pomegranate tree I just noticed,buzzing sounds of carsthat murmur candy-sweet rush into my ears.Where’s the destination for glowing?When looking at my hands means knowing-their brittleness is…
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Birdwatching
He knows his emotional traumas are safe with me,because he’s one of mineand instead of fussing over him,I dive deep into self-blame.He knows his victim agony is a cancelled show,I sold the tickets and bought them back one by one too.His room has the thickest walls on earth,how else could…
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No Art No Love No Tears
I call life a water tank.It continuously leaks from every little corner:my niece’s love,my mother’s art,my father’s tears when his father passed away.I’m clueless, no one has taught me how to put duct tapes to right places,how to stop things from overflowing,how not to overflow myself.These tiny water drops are…
