Category: Micropoetry
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All I need.
A million stars but I will have only a wick of fire Oceans wide and deep but I will have only a drop Sand dunes as far as the horizon but I will have only a handful Wind blowing through every crevice but I will have only a Breath.. That is all I need to…
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Bed of thorns.
There is a bed of thorns I leave around me. With every misstep, misdeed or misword, every missed gesture or missed word, the bed of thorns like sharp talons grow ever sharper Thicker gnarled brambles knotted, twisted around me staked into my skin crucified in perpetual guilt wishing to disappear.. How the knots would fall…
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Intoxicated in warmth.
my eyes look in vain a yearning for a soft touch an answer to my eyes’ imploring gaze searching for the warmth beckoning like a window lit in gold against the night curtains fluttering ..calling me calling me.. towards an undying hearth where I can be intoxicated in warmth. ***
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None are bereft
I don’t have an explanation for how the world is I don’t have an answer to all that plagues you but know this, none are bereft of beauty of preciousness of dawn and dusk ‒ of unbridled rawness.. ~R.B.
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Ether
In a world vying for your attention I wish to be the calm shores in your depths for you to stop by. Wherever you are Whenever you wish I am here awaiting your call. Till then I float in the Ether Invisible, Intangible Eternal In you, for you.. Yours truly and forever ***
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Another’s Eye
To be seen differently, To be spoken to differently than you were taught to. To see yourself beheld through Another’s eye ..and see someone, alien Someone who can dare to call themself beautiful even love a little more preciously.. ~R.B. Follow my blog with Bloglovin
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