Tag: inspiration
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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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[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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[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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[576] Every Poet’s Memory
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I love you age after ageMy gift life after lifeI hear an ancient tale of youalongside your feetUniversal memories of every poet Original poem by Rabindranath Tagore – Unending Love NaPoWriMo Day 11 – And now for today’s (optional) prompt! Erasure poetry — also known as blackout poetry — is written by taking an existing…
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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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[572] God’s Property
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Circle around the banyan Our hundred year companionShe cannot hide, she cannot run She keeps you cool, she helps you breatheCircle around the banyan Our hundred year companionShe’s a pillar built by rain while yours need earth to die in vainCircle around the banyan Our hundred year companionThe road can find another wayShe has a hundred more…
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[571] ok so i had this dream
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I think I’ll never be satisfied with moneybut it’s okayI’ve made my peace with it, mostlyI’m a perpetual unravelling of imagesfrom somewhere that passes for yesterdayI climbed a building made of goldits walls were cash, its stairs were silver singingI reached the top and found firecrackersthey burst with the sound of laughter ringingas the ground…
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[570] A Report to My Colony
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Like millions before him this one arrives at 3am, drawnas they always are, to the hum and the cold lightI watch from behind the refrigerator The way I have watched everything the meteor, the dinosaurs, his Monday morningsHe opens the door and the light catches his eyes which contains the feeling of guilt before it…
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[569] Western Disturbances
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The mountain he left was greenEyes closed, he stills into the nightDissolving into earth, unseenHe connects to the light insideThe world he left, flowers mid-blooma sparrow mid-song, a leaf mid-fallHe felt it in the earth’s wombThe world rewriting its own lawsA cold breath rises on the summitBut his soul was out of his bodyThe temperature…
Smoke words every day. 