Tag: poetry
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In Your Hands
I know you shape the world between your fingers Leaving behind beauty encased in sweetwater
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Taste of Freedom
Sunrise on the Sea of Cortez A beach beginning to wake Beside an ocean that never slept
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Imagine
I don’t think my eyes are working quite rightThere’s something at the edge of my visionCreeping slowly into sight but vanishing when I turn to lookShadows seem suddenly less emptyEven now, I see it thereBeyond the doorway in the dark hallWatching me? My ears aren’t working right, eitherNoises that are not there, voices that do…
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Way Down
Remember what you said to me when the sky fell Screaming streaks of color that painted us invisible
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Sawdust
Living behind glass, or etched into its surface Clouds heavy with rain roll across a sky streaked with pink
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Storms Ahead
It is the mist-filled vision behind eyes older than time Laughter echoing off walls too high to scale
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The Bookstore
The sign grabbed my attention and would not let go.Books. Used. New. Rare. Buying. Selling.Scratched in paint, a neat white column of lettersThat draws me down into the undercroft.Inside I find a man who appears even older than his waresSquinting at the world through gold spectacles.The musty smell of old dust jackets, leather, yellowing pagesFills…
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Darkening Day
When the shadow passed overhead, I despairedAlthough it wasn’t as painful as I’d hopedThere was no fanfare to announce its arrivalOnly a slow crawl toward emptiness as the fog grew thickNo warning sounded as the shades darkenedPassion fading to grey ink stains on a tattered membraneCracked shells of hatched memory scattered behind the curtainThis path…
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Like Us
The world is cold and dark with pockets of warmthNot the other way around.Like a city in winter—darkness filling in cracks betweenInsulated apartments, thick-paned windows to keep out the nightWhere hunger dwells.But the night must sometimes be braved.To live always in warmth is to be helpless when the cold comesWhen journeys are completed, or failed,Retreat…
Mitchel David Ring 