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Tentative as I am, and yet,
somehow one has enraptured
within and without, past the concrete,
this captivated soul so close to departure.
I could taste it on my lips,
total abandon, burning, bitter,
drawing in to flood my veins and
harden me, a blind-eyed child of winter.
Who but a standalone product of this earth
could penetrate this grey world of stillness?
And, one in the same,
relieve the shadows, bearing brilliance?
It was not the singer or the dancer
or the painter, nor the mage or sage or God Himself--
It was the one who knew winter
and could draw from it summer's wealth.
somehow one has enraptured
within and without, past the concrete,
this captivated soul so close to departure.
I could taste it on my lips,
total abandon, burning, bitter,
drawing in to flood my veins and
harden me, a blind-eyed child of winter.
Who but a standalone product of this earth
could penetrate this grey world of stillness?
And, one in the same,
relieve the shadows, bearing brilliance?
It was not the singer or the dancer
or the painter, nor the mage or sage or God Himself--
It was the one who knew winter
and could draw from it summer's wealth.
Literature
Christmas presents
i.
asking dad
"what would mum like?"
he's no idea either
ii.
at the same store -
buying gifts for
my girl & mum
iii.
married 20 years,
her fake smile more real
than my silk roses
iv.
unwrapping your gift too eagerly,
I miss the tsutsumu!
v.
your present
a "new" novel;
I find a bookmark
vi.
next Christmas
seeing his gift, dad tells me
"I've read this"
Literature
CCCXVII
mist rising
from a morning pond
... those baptized today
Literature
the trees change
soft gray sunset
fluttering limbs like trunks in the breeze
banana leafs shuffle,
a yellow-green wave
dyed with the thought of rain
the blue of cloud and steel holding back
the bowl of blackberries and milk, a teaspoon of sugar
crosshatched where the birch-hairs twine
in overlapping lines scrawled above
the white bodies turn brown
stretched from molten crucible
into blown gestures
faint suggestions to the wind
the upside-down birdcages
unfurl near the brim
their arms splitting and
growing barbs like battle maces
when the leaves carve away
the paper bark shivers,
leafs, electric on the stem
the shadow from the trunk bleeds
and stains the b
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this is so lovely! the last stanza in particular hits home with flying colors.