Tag: life
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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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[573] Hide and Seek
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I seek the elixirI seek the sourceI find emptinessI find a glimpse that is goneI seek the elixir of loveI seek the source of patienceI find a destined hurtI find a restlessness that paces inside my heartI seek the elixir of poemsI seek the source of aweI find my lack of knowledgeI find my apathygrowing…
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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…
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[568] Hands that Juggle are the Hands that Feed
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When all the balls are up in the airthat is when the juggler chef feels freeHe knows each arc will landwhere the recipe intended,the kitchen and the act, one motionThe first ball in the air is customer satisfactionTime slows as the customer relishesa mouthful of spice he cannot stop eating. Joy.The juggler chef sees without…
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[567] The Art of Innocent Looking
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Adults trickled into the home They wave at me as my eyesdart through the last pages of the newspapershouting, “ball” at every round thing my pupils catchOne of them rolls a plastic ball at the ‘kid’ Everyone smiles, and I do too, and then I roll it back, because a broken thing is still broken no matter how…
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[566] Long Distance Tanka
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Six hours and a plane I enter a foreign land Eyes dance, faceless crowd(until) She arrests me in her eyesI walk in a homeward land — First of all, I am so grateful for yesterday’s poem being selected by the NaPoWriMo website. You can read it by clicking here — NaPoWriMo prompt day 2 –…
Smoke words every day. 