I have this indigo skyline infront of me,
expanding the vastness
i put my thoughts about it into my blood.
not swallowing it down to my veins
i have thoughts about thoughts,
my pale tea leaves dissolving so fervently into the water,
the sorbet pouring down the jug till the rim creaks
i have you in my mind now,
sipping my cold talks,
between the creaking of mountains and bed,
I split & tear
quenching, reaching like tides.
A poet’s mind is never too quiet
it absorbs even as the sky expands with colors so unbearable, quietly.
And i do not refuse death, so that you may know.
I knead my loneliness safely down my sweet- ankle apple,
all through th trembling small palms.
I keep it to my body, somehow.
on many other occasions, I would weep through a lipstick and a forlorn tale,
a tale you must not know,
eating a fruit so wild,
shutting off the dim lights
There is a process of a thin black band expanding
as if the body is swaying through the knowledge that is wild.
I am often so subdued as if everything is disgusting.
The poet’s mind is too insane to write a word like
//
M I R T H//
through the shards of the ceilings.
Death makes so much sense to the poets,
they almost survive the death each night.
May I share this? (full credit given, of course) It’s quite special. 🙂
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The unexpected, imagination, attention, invitation, enter, voice, here I am, was
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🌻🌻
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nice piece since it involves the poets!
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Thanks.
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Beautiful❤🙏
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This is beautiful writing Val
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Thank you
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My pleasure 😊
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Very nice
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Death might be beautiful
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It is, indeed.
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Death does make so much sense to poets. We do survive it every night as we compose our poetry.
Beautifully written. You have lost your touch MVS
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Thank you but i have lost my touch? Not good or what?
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Wonderful MVS
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Awesome poem!!
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Hey, thank you.
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Hi and your welcome
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Aha…
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I wrote a lot of poetry in my twenties and that last line really resonates with me. Hi there. I am inviting you to check out my blog about my book which details growing up with undiagnosed autism. Thank you.
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I love it, …..Death makes so much sense to the poets,
they almost survive the death each night.
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Wow 🤩
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