Tag: Creative Writing
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[585] The Vultures Are Circling
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Every person who sleepsbecomes that personwho surrendersnot from weaknessbut from the ancient agreementbetween the vulture and the eagle,wwhere the vulture,that patient birdborn of dawn,whose terrible eyesightsees what the livingprefer not to circles every bedin every darkened city,between one breath and the next,and says,in the oldest voice,I have carried you this far,trust me to carry you…
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[584] What The Leaves Protect
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A Hundred Million Years before There was no Love, no Name Until a Plant released its Pollen And the First Flower came Love was not found. Love was invented By something that could not speak A wordless want between two Beings A Wind, a Bloom, a SceneWhenever I behold her faceThe Bougainvillaea stirs in my…
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[582] Seeing The Unseen
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I look at a peacock fly by the window, and I waitHis senior tells him to push harderHe pauses long before he repliessmiles before he sees meenters the room so warmlyHe is negotiating with meThe number between uslike a questionneither of us wants to answer firstThen he pausesnot from weaknessbut from somewhereThe corporate boss cannot…
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[581] The Blank Page Mocks
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The blank page rises from the eastIt watches the writer still asleepIt’s white light unable to penetrate the black light in the writer’s eyesThe writer wakes to its white silence Reaches for what the night forgot to keep The page offers nothing, asks for everything A mirror that reflects only those with courageAnd there it…
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[580] Samsara – Birth, Living and The Return
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Living begins with a cry we did not chooseOn being separated from what we do not knowVital energy dims with every breath Energy that returns, briefly, in the mother’s armsLife happens in between, as it always doesOblivion caresses the man who mistakes it for peaceVanquished by the everyday, he calls it livingEpiphanies of divine love,…
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[579] The Spectacle of Digital Society
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The pleasures of the software,the digestion of the algorithm society becomes its vomit,produced and consumedin the same scrolling motionThe rumours reached the plays,the plays projected onto the screen,the screen arriving in every home,then shrinking to the size of a palm We held the whole worldand called it convenienceThe mind in the machinetill the machine is…
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[578] Walking At The Airport
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Before I could remember how to walk I always dreamt of flying The way Da Vinci dreamt it The way Icarus didn’t survive itThe way two brothers in Ohio said‘If birds can glide for long periods of time, then… why can’t I?’Waiting at the airport in my homeI see a pigeon between the legs of…
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[577] The Portrait on The Wall
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My grandfather lives in a frame in the living room He has been there since the year my father stopped being nineteenThe year he inherited his father’s job, his family, his silencetoo large to wear comfortablyand no one to ask how, and no choice to say noBut will he inherit his smile?My grandfather’s portrait never…
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[575] Did You Find This Poem?
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Flashes of insight, veiled back into the nightSleep reaches for mebefore the muse hands me words,and I watch the day’s magic evaporatefrom words back into the sourceWill they come in my dream?Only if I can rememberWill they come in the morning?Only if I can assembleWill they come at all?Only if I stop lookingThe empty page…
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[574] Astrologers of Our Doom
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I wonder if my last words would include your name,the two syllables worn in the years of sayingOr if you would find mine in the footnotesof some history you are still composingAre we the astrologers of our doom,reading in each other’s voicethe slow approach of the end we have named,anticipating future hurt, dreaming future scenarios?I…
Smoke words every day. 