Imagination Sestina Poems

How to Feel When Your House Burns Down
The home you are raised in is a mother tongue. 
I was four when it was built, an...

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One may say that a day filled with magic,
Might stir up something described as taboo,
And if that be the case, then we must lose,
The subject...

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How I love, just to create; 
making things, with wire 
and other old scraps.  
Settling on a design, 
I will make it to sell,...

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The imagination of the Creator
Brought to life the unknown and invisible
Shot out was the atomic ball of fire
That was inflated and sustained by wind
The outcome...

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TALL TOWERS AND DEEP WELLS

My love, come and feast on my two round mountains
whose perky tops are as dark as red roses,	
and that are as...

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Dim light shines through the widows of the old house
long since empty, where only dust dances in the air
and a lone mouse scurries across its...

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A shade of Turquoise,
Vibrant and lengthy,
Smooth like blueberries,
Thick like quilt,
Wrapped in ribbon,
Neatly and tight.


Eyes like pandas,
Big and bold,
Lashes like spiders,
Most are new,
Some are old,
Like my...

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Contemporary and vast in imagination is the girl lost in her own world.
Concealed between the paragraphs and ink typed pages of the book.
Remain cross-legged, as...

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The lost little Angel was fell into the urban slums
Walking aimlessly with nothing but her broken wings
Blossom into granules of dusts, intangible as a vagabond

Her...

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I have this story of the garden of evil I saw.
Darkness called to me, I was drawn inwardly.
Walking, a glimpse of beauty came into view.
She...

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In a ravaging mind
devoid of plain vision,
all purpose of motion
gets abandoned on hold
once losing that stable
clarity of judgment,

still paying off judgments
with tortures taxing mind;
gusts fill...

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As night falls swiftly; no respite for a heart can be found 
She dares not invoke sleep, so she paces the floor in silence 
For...

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Part II



“I walk a decrepit graveyard alone, in mists stirred by contrast winds
As a storm brews, I am grateful that I know in my heart...

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Morning flood broke cataracts of light here
My heart have wings that beat in happy skies
O stand here with me in autumn's bright mist
And feel the...

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Before there was a word, 
there was a loneliness
within the pin pricked night.
Waves of vibrations, sound,
coalescent’s gestate.
Planets were birthed with souls.

There was only the soul
and...

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