Metaphor Memory Poems

It simmers. This constant invisible, hovering 
like a wasp in the forever periphery threatening 
lightning strike yellows, sudden and unbidden. It spills
and spools, down into...

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I hear them talking as I open my eyes, 
a hazy something lingers on my lips like lava, 
threatening to erupt. I hear question then...

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Time passes, conversation and music ends,
light refracts, shimmers in water, bends.
Nails grow, hair lengthens, heads turn and bones break,
stems wilt, gardens overgrow, clouds regurgitate water...

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Must morning return so soon?
her hand-me-down haste,
& moth-eaten bloom,
grieves for the rain,
of last night's pour,
but, I still taste,
the petrichor,
dancing,
on my tongue.
...

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Tight stretched skin, not unlike leather parchment
Adorned with scars and burns and such carvings
Among the colors, red ink's enrichment
Envelops a file cabinet's burnings

Advice from the...

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Have I not yet awoke,
since last I wandered bare, 
in fields of bergamot and smoke,
and spring morning’s air,
blows a little more brilliant,
holding her prayer,
in my...

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Under childish thumb
   picking dandelion teeth
stained in ochre crumb....

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- in those moments, it shines.
The nostalgia of an upside down
world glinting up through hourglasses of years,
a mark impressed upon flesh; a scar harbouring
simple childhood...

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The titular template 
of lyrical loneliness,
serenading spaced out 
the upbeat ethereal 
mystique melody
of dreams cadenced 
with rhythmic quietude,
invigorated by
the rhapsody of
the million idyllic steps 
I...

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In company of memories,
  and moonlight,
         where nothing more,
 than a distant snore,
   ...

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In your silence I see colours,
speech crumbling like flaking paint, dried; truth dripping from lips, black spittle on a brush.
In the silence I inhale the...

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In the darkness
I ran into my grandmother’s room 
And clambered up into
The high, four poster bed. 

	Comforted by the
imprint of her body, 
I lay there...

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On my window pane
were four drops of rain
resembling a quatrain
On love, on loss and gain

Mirrors were they to my brain,
the four pensive drops of rain,
A...

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	IN THE NIGHTS OF TIME. By: Godwill Larry. December 23, 2023.

	People dance in life, unrestricted by a single melody; 
a tapestry woven with threads of...

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You bloomed in heartbeats of cream daisy,
longing to be born like breaths of
gold honeysuckle petals,
but, when fate smeared silence
on twinkling throbs of
innocence, life
sighed in crisp
embers
of
faith
as...

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