the nights shift incessantly
between the coiled conversation,
about semantics of life
the arrival and departure of distilled solitude
at a point of growling sleep patterns
my words think they are tool
to carve
to emboss a pain onto the strangers arms
about melancholic shifting dreams,
the mosiac vintage art
my nakedness is a cry to the limbs out of balance
they cringe,
they wither away
like soft paper dreams,
crushed under the sinking elbow
again
and
again.
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Thinking of a Christmas gift? My poetry collection is receiving all the love for which I am truly thankful to each one who supported it. I produced my book out of pain, love, despair. Hope you like it too. Links can be checked out here-
MY VALIANT SOUL 
Love the “growling sleep patterns” Great work!
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Thank you so much!:)
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Reblogged this on johncoyote and commented:
This is poetry. Please read and enjoy.
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Thank you.
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My dear friend. You made the reader believe and understand. Wonderful poetry shared. I did like.
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So grateful.:)
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You are welcome dear poet.
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I wrote a verse inspired by yours. You can read it here: https://blogging101alumni.wordpress.com/2020/12/14/an-abcedarian-verse/. I left you a message on insta but seems like you didn’t get to see it.
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Such a beautiful use of words. 💜💜
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