Photo by Engin Akyurt from Pexels Garments of night descendThe door I saw open is shadowed in painThoughts tumbling my brain like coal-black rainExtraordinary: how long is the search for a friendMidst faces of crowdIn dark disallowed. Are you thereAnywhereI miss you. Is this trembling on my lipsThe lunar eclipse Of a friend I once […]
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Photo by Artem Saranin from Pexels As in life we grow and flyThrough stretches of eternal momentsOne at a time. They’re fractals, you know.The sides of every feathered moment.For moments are as complex as dice cubes and snowflakesEach with six different faces. A face of freshness and invention.A face of mindfulness.A face of sudden sunlight
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Image from Wikimedia Home is that bent combination of shelter, people, warmth, and refugeWhere the conventional and the mavericksCan find respite from the hours(From hard day nights, loneliness,The unacceptable madness of others and loss). Sadly, not everyone has a home.
Image from Wikimedia It isn’t that one child means more than another child or allBut if it’s my child my heart can’t see beyondIt freezesThe motion of Earth freezes. I was meant to love all childrenBut I am constructed only to protect my own with my life I would bear a thousand rapes if that’s
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Photo by Pixabay from Pexels She loved her gran, but feltWhat? Squeamish about hugging her.And now …. Holes, logically, are both ways:Inside out and outside in. Like socks. Or so it would seem to any normal, natural, active girl.But some holes aren’t.Like hugs. How many hugs did you turn away?Only to live to regret the
