Tag: quotes
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Forgotten remembrance
I feel you wave in the shadows of dancing leaves, in the shiver of a wild sugarcane, the quiet scuffle under the bushes and the ripple of a still pond I see your white tail slip out the corner of my eye as if shy but always there, asking, Do you remember me? I open my palm […]
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The word human
I, what is– ‘I’? I call myself the word ‘human’ But, what is human? Not the word but the thing itself? Am I the thing itself? Or that which says this is ‘I’? But, what says ‘I’? What is I? What is I? I, I, I, caw-caw, a crow crows.
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I woke up a honeybee today
I woke up a honeybee today zipped and dunked into sweet lips, a kiss of gold dustings on my skin. I went about my nature with not a question in mind but swirling in movement and sensations, Softness Sweetness Scents and Oh! the buzz and buzz of my countryfolk
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An hour sliced off
I know there are still wars outside not just the ones for territory fighting for things that will only ever belong to us for an hour sliced off the lifespans snuffed but the cold wars of the mind, hunger and bonds of blood and in this cocoon I find myself in I sleep a while in […]
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Naked Touch
It is not a dirty world it is, innocence confused led blind by blind. Slip off the clothes, let it pool around you, the blindfolds undone and look into the abyss blinking back Feel your naked gooseflesh Watch the jerky movement of your joints come to life by your will Watch how each atom in […]
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Muted
The rain thunders against the flimsy plastic only muted ripples reach me How safe I think this is How safe…                     and… lonesome
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Sea cry
The mist lifts lightly to the sky I, could not reach. The bedrocks that rose from my back pull around me pierce the mindless blue. I envy them for their taste of molten gold, that for me, only a mirage swallowed up in ceaseless movement. In sun-drenched bodies do I taste a morsel. They plunge into my hungry […]
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No echo
What distance grows but longing when once I felt their laughter play on my lips now ring around in the dark no echo to my shrill quakes A fever pitch in the emptiness higher            and higher
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Hope, Emily
Hope, Emily, is not a thing with feathers It is dread fluffed up and warm. And when storms come as it must the wings flaying too long swoop low under the pelting rain –crunched, by a speeding locomotive. Where hope is dread is only a feather’s breadth away It doesn’t ask a crumb of me It […]
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Evening gown.
You wear a white evening gown, hair curled, puffed and pinned to the head. You hum a tune from an old movie, something about a forbidden love, and I watch from your feet, the swish of your free skirts, the anticipation of your heart flutter dancing at your heels. I watch again from your chest […]
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