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Naomi Gruber Poem
All this talk of cages.
She’s a bird,
she’s trapped,
let her fly,
make her sing.
It’s funny
that we only notice
the pretty metal bars
and
how lovely she is,
perched there
for us.
We made her think
that a cage
is beautiful.
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Naomi Gruber Poem
Of course
I want to explode.
I want my stars
my tears
my pain
to reach every corner
of this damned earth.
And maybe
just maybe
someone will pick them up
and won’t feel
so alone.
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Naomi Gruber Poem
I write about the sea
to find this great beauty
you all speak of.
But as I dive
I find only terror
beneath her pretty mask.
If I am to drown,
know this—
the sea has fooled
us all.
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Naomi Gruber Poem
She’s got seas of fire.
Raging, lovely, sun-drizzled fire.
But still you give her
those little wooden boats
to sail upon
her flaming waves.
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Naomi Gruber Poem
Did you fly
too close to the sun?
Did your wings
ignite
combust
breathe air
breathe ash?
Did you circle the sea
with feathers
with flames
with smoke?
How free is it, to fly
beneath the opaque sky?
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Naomi Gruber Poem
They say “You are not Alone”.
Alone, Alone, Alone I taste.
I ponder.
Alone pricks my tongue.
Look left, look right, look up, look IN.
What do you mean, I am not Alone?
I see no one there, I see no one anywhere.
No one racing through my veins.
No one pounding on my heart.
No one helping, no one hurting, no one there.
Not even me.
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