Short Unwoven Poems

Strands of past moments,
Memories that used to be;
Unraveled treasures....

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I asked again for everything…
she gave nothing in return

A jilted strand of loneliness
—unwoven and unheard

(Dreamsleep: December, 2020)...

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After the death of...
Deafness the width a charmer the
Light of the shield from a rattler
Imposes a threat to our imagery
After the death of our sense of roaming
To the reincarnation of character
      Unwoven......

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There are people 
who
 I love to hate
that live inside my heart

They thread me
 in
then knot me up
new patterns in the dark

To make my world
a 
thicker braid
than those who fawn and swoon

And stitch the flame
 of 
tangled fire
—unwoven in my loom

(Ronald McDonald House: August, 2021)...

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The child I could never be- but I was still adored. 

The lost milestones will never be restored. 

The hope for normalcy will never be revived. 

The normalcy that I thought was worth being strived. 

Those habits that I used to treasure. 

That now haunt me and take away my pleasure. 

Those odd ways of mine, are becoming unwoven. 

As has my silence, from now on I am brazen!...

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Painfully clear
a moment etched in frost
shadow encircled here
as time itself was lost

So frigid these waters
glacial in reflection
memory worn in tatters
beyond hope of resurection

Timid spirits lie
hanging in the mist
languishing under pale sky
refusing to desist

Haunting emotions set in
reminding me of love lost
these tapestries become unwoven
here amidst the chilling frost...

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PALPABLE

imagine
the silence of
a plane
crash
if you were
deaf
imagine how 
intolerably 
loud a
rape
PALPABLE

absorbing hearts
transcending death
absorbing fears
enduring pain
TANGIBLE

in the newness of
another day
unwoven from 
slumber
we glisten clean
start anew
FLAGRANT


we busy ourselves 
with menial 
chores and cause
 then stare at
books noveleyed
CONSPICUOUS



© Kim van Breda—...

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A hole that can’t be filled
an ocean that can’t be crossed
a phrase that can’t be spun
inhaling your exhaust
The measure off the scale
the truant thrice reclassed
the memory twice forgotten
the die that’s never cast
A spider web unwoven
a future distant past
a God beyond religion
a sail without its mast
“To Trip The Light Fantastic”
to burn the bridge uncrossed
to fasten moments end to end
—to find what time has lost

(The New Room: February, 2022)...

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The skies unfolded


Mist that clouds the air we breathe
 within the skies withholding
 and myriads folds enfolding

 Endeavors reached for
 light within forever now’s
 quiet stillness accepts anew
 truths unwoven through veils unsealing

 Breath its essence sheds 
 through anxious times its fleeting 
 in pounding waves receding

 Evening descends in cooling breeze
 day of night illuminates
 in forward paths of life we face
 the paths that living makes...

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