Short Foundry Poems

What is… inherent,
what’s not… implied

Epiphanous moments
—waiting inside

(Bryn Mawr College: January, 2021)...

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Idk
What 
To do
Cut myself
Or live through
And this is real
I know the pain
And may your
Choice be the latter
Cuz in the race your
Heart n soul’s
What matters
#soul foundry...

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Here
A
Little
Robin sings.
His joyful piping
Brings happiness to human ears,
His fiery redbreast glowing like a foundry furnace.

But
We
Humans
Misconstrue
His soliloquy.
No harbinger of Spring is he,
Unique amongst our garden birds, he sings all year round.

He 
Sings
Not for
Happiness
Nor joy of Nature –
He’s driven by a primal urge,
His song, a warning, a territorial battle cry....

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Watershed thunder 

Rise up the hill transformed by illusions, 
majestic mountains tells a  story.
intrigued  to us this ancient  world,
to celebrate this natural  glory   

Boasting  with  eagles  of  great flight,
waterfalls drool like jaggered  curtains, 
draped in rainbows  of colour  bright,

White thunder roars with sock - like feet.
pounding the rocks with erratic blows,
repeating the waves of history,
to a coastal foundry of the  sea,...

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Smoky and scarred 
pills pushed to front 
a poker or blunt 

raised through the ruins 
will be leaving here soon 

open the chest 
where living's a soul 
burnt out by black coal 

sifting the diamonds 
sure is no chore 
sparkling rich waters 
just pick the right drawer 

curled up in the corner 
vague flickers ignite 
words are repeated 
teaching soft light 

fill up the foundry 
where emptiness lies 
a need to a burning 
seen in innocent eyes...

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